Danse Macabre - Purson, James Last, Rosalie Cunningham

Salome, goddess of the moon

Teach me your ways for I must have him soon

Show me your face with all the veils undone

I’ll be your mirror, you I will become

Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?

It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver

Let me stand on your silver feet

And learn the danse macabre from the back seat

Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?

It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver

Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?

It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver

Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?

It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver

Oh, what mistery is greater than the one of death?

It must be love, you see, so bring me his sweet head on silver