Dance of Darkness - Ereb Altor

The rider of the black horse arrives

At the dance of the king’s hill

Charming the guests and hosts

Elegantly he moves while his eyes are

Searching for beauty

He invites the fair little Anne to a dance

No one can ever turn his offer down

A dance never seen before

All other stop but the violins

The music refuse to stop, the song went faster, faster

Fingers staring to bleed

Violins of blood and dark eyes

The Dance of Darkness, levitation

Like the wind they rise to the top of trees

Blood pouring like tears in all eyes

All gaze in red under the spell

They saw his feet up high, the hooves of a goat

A scattered audience running of fear

The dancing couple slowly fading away

Stories have been told of a crying girl by the lake

Never to be the same again