[Verse 1] Beneath the moon’s pale, silver eye, Where yew-trees whisper soft and low, The marble saints in silence lie, Yet shadows stir where cold winds blow— The graves awake to candle’s glow. [Pre-Chorus] No mortal heart can flee this trance, No breath resists the grave’s romance, No soul denies the final dance. [Chorus] Come join the Waltz in moon's pale light Join in and let our worlds collide For we, the dead, shall feel again what life, what breath, what love entail. [Verse 2] From crypt and vault they drift once more, In gowns of dust and bone-white lace, Their laughter haunts the chapel door, And hollow eyes with ardour trace The living souls who seek this place. [Pre-Chorus] No mortal heart can flee this trance, No breath resists the grave’s romance, No soul denies the final dance. [Chorus] Come join the Waltz in moon's pale light Join in and let our worlds collide For we, the dead, shall feel again what life, what breath, what love entail. [Verse 3] The viol’s sigh, the organ’s moan, Through crumbling arches softly swell, Each step recalls a life once known, Each bow a tale the dead might tell— A dance between this world and Hell. [Pre-Chorus] No mortal heart can flee this trance, No breath resists the grave’s romance, No soul denies the final dance. [Chorus] Come join the Waltz in moon's pale light Join in and let our worlds collide For we, the dead, shall feel again what life, what breath, what love entails. Come join the Waltz in moon's pale light Join in and let our worlds collide For we, the dead, shall feel again what life, what breath, what love entail.
