Crimson Waltz from Sanguine by Einfallen

Beneath the chandeliers of fading light,
the hall breathes echoes of a forgotten night.
Shadows spin in endless embrace,
faceless forms lost in time and space.

Dance, dance, in the crimson spell,
feet that graze a floor where silence dwells.
Turn, turn, the waltz of despair,
whispers of blood linger in the air.

The violin weeps its fractured song,
strings that tremble, broken for so long.
They sway, captive souls entwined,
bound to the rhythm that traps their minds.

Hear the music no living soul hears,
it beckons softly, it feeds on fears.
Once you step in, there’s no retreat,
you’ll join the waltz, your fate complete.

Dance, dance, in the crimson spell,
feet that graze a floor where silence dwells.
Turn, turn, the waltz of despair,
whispers of blood linger in the air.

And when the lights finally fade away,
the shadows will spin, forever they’ll stay.
A waltz unbroken, a timeless vow,
under pale moons, forever bound.

Beneath the chandeliers of fading light,
the hall breathes echoes of a forgotten night.
Shadows spin in endless embrace,
faceless forms lost in time and space.

Dance, dance, in the crimson spell,
feet that graze a floor where silence dwells.
Turn, turn, the waltz of despair,
whispers of blood linger in the air.

• Metal
• goth
• goth rock
• gothic
• gothic metal
• gothic rock
• Buenos Aires