City of Strasbourg, one five one eight
The street of Troffea begins to shake
34 Dancers with the plague
One month, 400 more
As chaos congregates
The Dancing Plague
So they danced
And they danced
Till their last breath
So they danced
And they danced
Till their last breath
Volumes, invade the mind
Thoughts, left screaming
Their souls doomed for footloose epileptic graves
Your body starts to shake
Shake
Veins rhythmic
Muscles quake
Convulsed, collapsed
They were left for dead
Left for dead
Left for dead
Left for dead
Roads were filled, people were dead
They're walking in their f*cking heads
But their bodies, left trembling
Masses dying
Roads were filled, society is dead
They're walking in their f*cking heads
But their bodies, left trembling
Yet they continue for one final f*cking dance
One Final Dance
One Final Dance
One Final Dance
One Final Dance
One Final Dance
One Final Dance
One final f*cking dance