Tunes of mendacity whispers Throughout the gloom, like echoes Of mystery or a lullaby of doom An illusion of pleasure An illusion of pain Yield to the beauty and Soon you will waltz with the dead Yield to the beauty and Soon you will waltz with the dead Come, yes, you and listen to My melody Say can you do Another such sweet harmony An illusion of pleasure An illusion of pain Yield to the beauty and Soon you will waltz with the dead Yield to the beauty and Soon you will waltz with the dead Deep in the mist you can hear him Softly playing his strings in order To snatch your soul far away Deep in the mist you reveal him A naked shape of peace as he plays You a song to lure you to stay Such nimble fingers that play Upon the fiddle. In shadows they Linger like the darkest of riddles An illusion of pleasure An illusion of pain Yield to the beauty and Soon you will waltz with the dead Yield to the beauty and Soon you will waltz with the dead Deep in the mist you can hear him, Hearken not, not to the sound From upon his luring strings. Deep in the mist you reveal him, The fiddler of the lost and drowned That slip you a song to sing.