Danse Macabre - Wendy Rule

Be it the death of a child

Be it the love that floats on a sorrow

Be it the torturous splendor

That leads your heart away

Into the morrow

Be it the joy that cuts deep

Be it the wail of terror

Be it the softness, the softness of fear

That settles in your heart

Whenever love is near

And I have heard it before

And I have felt it before

Each time the thousands times thousands of souls

Within each thousand years

Has put its cell in me, oh

And all I can hear, hear, hear

The cry

And all I can feel, feel, feel

The pain

And all I can see, see, see

The lives

That went ahead of me

That felt intensity

Ah-

And I am crying with you, oh

And I am moaning desire

And you have laid down your gift to my soul

I have your memory in every cell of me, oh

And all I can hear, hear, hear

The cry

And all I can feel, feel, feel

The pain

And all I can see, see, see

The lives

That went ahead of me

That felt intensity

I have your memory in every cell of me