Death's Dance Lyrics
| Song | Death's Dance |
| Artist | Eiffel |
| Album | Foule Monstre |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin’ for the last trance ? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death’s dance | |
| She’s coming fast... | |
| Fondus dans l’ébène pour d’étranges parades nuptiales | |
| Cadavres exquis et ravers célèbrent le grand tout | |
| Trémoussent leur cul dans l’infusoire des sociétés macabres | |
| Foire aux vanités au chant du hibou | |
| Salvation | |
| By hard beats | |
| When they will take you by your cold hands | |
| For the Death’s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin’ for the last trance ? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death’s dance | |
| She’s coming fast... | |
| Tes neuf vies se sont écoulées, Bébé ...Ils approchent | |
| Leurs tambours roulent la galoche des loteries infernales | |
| Demi-dieux grotesques, joyeux et glaçants face aux psychés, crachent l’écume des lunes | |
| Et des queues de comètes dans tes annales | |
| Salvation | |
| By hard kicks | |
| When they will take you by your jelly brains | |
| For the Death’s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin’ for the last trance ? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death’s dance | |
| And Maquabir exhorted: | |
| “What we were, you are” | |
| “What we are, you will be” | |
| Passé le scalpel des jours, c’est un essaim de poignards-cristal | |
| Qui bourdonne sous l’pick-up des Dj’s en mains anonymes des ruches noires | |
| Ça y est, la rumeur du vent efface ton monde, tu es ce crâne au sourire sans fin | |
| Oh infini éjaculatoire | |
| Salvation | |
| Beats your ears | |
| When they will take you by your cold hands | |
| For the Death’s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin’ for the last trance ? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death’s dance | |
| She’s coming fast... |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin' for the last trance nbsp? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death' s dance | |
| She' s coming fast... | |
| Fondus dans l'e be ne pour d'e tranges parades nuptiales | |
| Cadavres exquis et ravers ce le brent le grand tout | |
| Tre moussent leur cul dans l' infusoire des socie te s macabres | |
| Foire aux vanite s au chant du hibou | |
| Salvation | |
| By hard beats | |
| When they will take you by your cold hands | |
| For the Death' s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin' for the last trance nbsp? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death' s dance | |
| She' s coming fast... | |
| Tes neuf vies se sont e coule es, Be be ... Ils approchent | |
| Leurs tambours roulent la galoche des loteries infernales | |
| Demidieux grotesques, joyeux et gla ants face aux psyche s, crachent l'e cume des lunes | |
| Et des queues de come tes dans tes annales | |
| Salvation | |
| By hard kicks | |
| When they will take you by your jelly brains | |
| For the Death' s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin' for the last trance nbsp? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death' s dance | |
| And Maquabir exhorted: | |
| " What we were, you are" | |
| " What we are, you will be" | |
| Passe le scalpel des jours, c' est un essaim de poignardscristal | |
| Qui bourdonne sous l' pickup des Dj' s en mains anonymes des ruches noires | |
| a y est, la rumeur du vent efface ton monde, tu es ce cr ne au sourire sans fin | |
| Oh infini e jaculatoire | |
| Salvation | |
| Beats your ears | |
| When they will take you by your cold hands | |
| For the Death' s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin' for the last trance nbsp? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death' s dance | |
| She' s coming fast... |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin' for the last trance nbsp? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death' s dance | |
| She' s coming fast... | |
| Fondus dans l'é bè ne pour d'é tranges parades nuptiales | |
| Cadavres exquis et ravers cé lè brent le grand tout | |
| Tré moussent leur cul dans l' infusoire des socié té s macabres | |
| Foire aux vanité s au chant du hibou | |
| Salvation | |
| By hard beats | |
| When they will take you by your cold hands | |
| For the Death' s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin' for the last trance nbsp? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death' s dance | |
| She' s coming fast... | |
| Tes neuf vies se sont é coulé es, Bé bé ... Ils approchent | |
| Leurs tambours roulent la galoche des loteries infernales | |
| Demidieux grotesques, joyeux et gla ants face aux psyché s, crachent l'é cume des lunes | |
| Et des queues de comè tes dans tes annales | |
| Salvation | |
| By hard kicks | |
| When they will take you by your jelly brains | |
| For the Death' s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin' for the last trance nbsp? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death' s dance | |
| And Maquabir exhorted: | |
| " What we were, you are" | |
| " What we are, you will be" | |
| Passé le scalpel des jours, c' est un essaim de poignardscristal | |
| Qui bourdonne sous l' pickup des Dj' s en mains anonymes des ruches noires | |
| a y est, la rumeur du vent efface ton monde, tu es ce cr ne au sourire sans fin | |
| Oh infini é jaculatoire | |
| Salvation | |
| Beats your ears | |
| When they will take you by your cold hands | |
| For the Death' s dance | |
| Is there anybody here | |
| Searchin' for the last trance nbsp? | |
| Loopy bones and skeletons breathe | |
| Into the winds of nonsense | |
| Dancing the Death' s dance | |
| She' s coming fast... |
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