Danse Macabre

We aren't promised many things in life
But first among life's promises is death
Precariously balanced on the knife
Should not we aim to savor ev'ry breath

So when we are within the throes of chance
Then why not chance to take that which we might
And boldly in the face of death to dance
Upon our graves and laugh into the night

For hark, recall it's later than you think
Death comes for all and we must fight or fly
And even if we fight until the brink
No matter how we go, we still must die

Let's fly by night before it is too late
So meet me at the cemetary gate