One day walking down the dusty street,
Two friends, travelers with weary feet.
Brother, let us leave the road a while,
Time now, drink and dance away the miles,
See what [bad word] yonder tavern smiles [bad word] with me, and now let us drink together,
Stay with me, I feel like I could dance forever.

Brother, do not [bad word] away,
This house cursed is for those who stay.
Things are not what they appear to be,
If now you desire it, look and see,
 [bad word] those who turn the key. [bad word] with me, and let us go on our way together,
Stay with me, or go to the devil and dance forever.

Ten years now have passed that fateful day,
One friend, long since went his weary way.
One friend, what task fortune's hand has set.
Dry bones, sightless, still he dances yet,
Pounding feet from which no blood is let. [bad word] with me, and let us go on our way together,
Stay with me, or go to the devil and dance forever.