Danse Macabre Songtext
von Monitors

Waxing lyrical, touched by the hand of God
These days remain undivided by creation
Familiar to the touch, lose all interest
Thus, opinions hang loose like lovers in salvation

Movement, illusion of progression, been and gone
A sealed fate, realized misinformation
Waxing lyrical, touched by the hand of God
These days remain undivided by creation

Calling all the bones, we belong to the demagogue
Back where we belong, with the sedentary
Sing for your supper, from the trees, find a sweet release
I know a Black Madonna, and she′s all I need


Won't let you go
Won′t let you go

Calling all the bones, we belong to the demagogue
Back where we belong, in the sedentary
Sing for your supper, from the trees, find a sweet release
I know a Black Madonna, and she's all I need

Won't let you go
Won′t let you go
Won′t let you go
Won't let you go

Won′t let you go
Won't let you go


Won′t let you go
Won't let you go
Won′t let you go
Won't let you go