The dance of death is a blindfolded leap from a cliff knowing nothing of the world below.
It is as if you're leaning over the side of a knife preparing to slit your throat.
And to dance with death my dear,  as an angel of life and light is nothing but a fools errand and yes I deem it true.
But I'll dance the fatal dance and I'll allow my feet to fly on the floor to have your arms hold me closer to you.