Curse Of The Waltz

Trapped inside my nightmare
No way to escape
Chained in my dress made of lace
Stucked in time
Forever and ever

Awake your senses
Try not to dance
This is the waltz of the ghouls
Your mind is sleepy in the gloom

From dawn to sunset the ghouls play and bet
On all us damned, on who will break
In half the hip, the ankle or the shin
The unlucky will then be torn into pieces
Forever and ever

Now that is ready our meal
May the feast begin
And you all damned
Will entertain us
By dancing and following the 1 2 3 of the waltz