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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