Dance of the Dead King

The cold wind beats against the glass.


Tart wine grows cold in the goblets,
The throne room has long been covered by fog.
The spindle sleeps in the dark,
Revealing an age-old deception.
Shadows whisper old words,
Stones remember the weight of ancient armor.
The head spins in the crown,
Opening the doors to the black garden.


Strings break, the flute sheds tears,
He rises, breaking the eternal ice.

Припев
This is the dance of the dead king,
The earth melts under his feet.
A breathless step into the empty night,
The stars are unable to help him.
The violin cries, beating the rhythm,
Death and time have signed a pact.


Ash swirls instead of confetti,
The halls remember laughter and the clash of blades.
There is no way back anymore,
Only the echo of forged steps.
An empty gaze is directed to the heavens,
Where the moon glides through the clouds.
All voices have fallen silent in the palace,
Only a cold hand trembles.

Припев
This is the dance of the dead king,
The earth melts under his feet.
A breathless step into the empty night,
The stars are unable to help him.
The violin cries, beating the rhythm,
Death and time have signed a pact.


Bones knock to the rhythm against the old floor,
It has long been lost, this battle.
The dust of centuries settles on the throne,
He dances, carrying away with him.



Припев
This is the dance of the dead king,
The earth melts under his feet.
A breathless step into the empty night,
The stars are unable to help him.
The violin cries, beating the rhythm,
Death and time have signed a pact.


The empty cold hall sleeps in the dark...
The dance has quieted. The king is gone forever.