DrScythe - A Dirge

Death and a dirge at midnight
Yet never a soul in the house
Heard anything more than the throb and beat
Of a beautiful waltz of Strauss

Floating and whirling together
Into the beautiful night
How little you dreamed of the ghastly thing
I was hiding away from your sight

Meeting your dark eyes' splendour
Feeling your warm, sweet breath
How could you know that my passionate heart
Had died a horrible death?

Dead, dead, dead, and staring
With a ghastly smile on its face
But the world saw only laughing eyes
And roses, and billows of lace

Died in its fever and fervor
Died in its beautiful bloom
And that waltz of Strauss was a funeral dirge
Leading the way to the tomb

But you held my hand at parting
And I smiled back a gay good night
And you never knew of the ghastly corpse
I was hiding away from your sight

Dead, dead, dead, and staring
With a ghastly smile on its face
But the world saw only laughing eyes
And roses, and billows of lace
Yet whenever I hear the Danube
Under its pulsing strain
I catch the wail of the funeral dirge
And my heart dies over again

Written by:
Dominik Dietrich, Ella Wilcox

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