Matters of the Heart

Death is tapping its foot To a bewitching tune Truly in a joyful mood Clouds covering the moon In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Peasants, nobles or kings Like puppets on a string Dance they all will When Death spreads its wings In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Like withered flowers Now skeletons in trance One can hear the North winds blow But louder is the violin The living, their heads they bow For they know Death will always win Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Like withered flowers Now skeletons in trance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre It's already certain For Death allows no chance

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Death is tapping its foot To a bewitching tune Truly in a joyful mood Clouds covering the moon In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Peasants, nobles or kings Like puppets on a string Dance they all will When Death spreads its wings In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Like withered flowers Now skeletons in trance One can hear the North winds blow But louder is the violin The living, their heads they bow For they know Death will always win Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Like withered flowers Now skeletons in trance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre It's already certain For Death allows no chance

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

I desire no wealth. Despise greed The journeys which I have Done made my soul free I travelled: left many behind, And I bleed I should have known what Desires would spring From such a seed I seek no symphaties, nor need The thorns which I have reap'd Are of the tree I planted: They have torn me.. And I bleed I should have known what Fruit would spring From such a seed I expect no salvation For our breed Interesting species Nevertheless, indeed I have lived, gained and lost. And I bleed I should have known what Passion would spring From such a seed I search no compassion. Leave me be Oft overestimated human Intelligence, indeed I mingled with mankind. Awful breed I should have known what Trouble would spring From such a deed

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Oblivion Fill the goblet again! For I never before Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart: my heart to its core Let us drink! Who would not? Since through life's varied round In the goblet alone no deception is found Oblivion In the days of my youth when my heart's in its spring Oblivion And dreams that affection can never wing I have tried in it's turn all that life can supply I have bask'd in the beam of a dark rolling eye I have loved! Who has not? But what heart can declare That pleasure existed while passion was there? Oblivion In the days of my youth when my heart's in its spring Oblivion And dreams that affection can never wing I had friends! Who has not? But what tongue will avow That friends, rosy wine! Are as faithful as Thou Oblivion In the days of my youth when the heart's in its spring Oblivion And dreams that affection can never wing

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

As in Homer's Iliad causing Paris' spleen The fall of mighty Troy caused by ingenious scheme Approaching people applying a similar strategy The notorious Trojan Horse must have inspired Thee Thy performances, worth a theatre play A life based on intrigue, so it is day by day A friend like Thee prefer a worst foe Here and now this ends, this I do avow Sein ist das Haus des Schmerzes Sein ist das Haus des Hasses Wilkommen im Haus des Schmerzes Wilkommen im Haus des Hasses For even the lonely jackal must drink But by thirst Thou shall pine away Even the vampire seeks shelter But eventually burns by the light of day Loyalty, comradery, sincerity Words non existing in Thy book Your Trojan Horse shall burn Regardless how thick its wood A friend like Thee prefer a worst foe Here and now this ends, this I do avow A friend like Thee prefer a worst foe Here and now this ends, this I do avow

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 15, 2025