So-called Heroic
The death dance
See this saraband, mixing the living and the dead, which plays on the vanity and destiny of men, mowing down the emperor like the valiant lansquenet.

The death dance of the forgotten man

Par

A man was kidnapped and ransomed last week; None of them heard of any information to confess; Again and again it fell into convenient oblivion; Here is a shameful man leaving wife and children.

A man was forgotten, a tragedy, an ungodly prank; But when the skeleton cames to knock at the door; By devil, what a masquerade, no skin, only bones; All in his height and stature revealed the lost man.

Sad news for the wife to see her husband this way; Exposed in the city, sad hero of the dance of death; Thou shalt be the feast of worms, he says his wife; Out of dust thou art born to dust thou shalt return.

These were the words said to the wife of the bones; she went mad, and sacrificed her children in a trice; on the morrow they found bodies cooked in a pot; the woman was said a witch, burnt alive at the stake.

In such a disastrous end, this tale could have ended; If, one had not cleaned the bones from the ashes; Assembled the family member, then kept in secret; One imagines bad design, in such an enterprise.

By incantations, the bone is reborn from the ashes; Like a Phoenix in its nest of aromatics and incense; By the hermetic desire, by the companion's hand; One saw the macabre family entirely recomposed.

Clever, piper or drinker, they will scream for misery; This is not enough to break the dark enchantment; When the bones beat somber music, in black paths; One believes prudence is the mother of all virtues.

One hides in the hollow of the house, over the grain; Shadows and creaks, The dark sign of terrible omen; Fear leaves in the heart of living souls, like a disease; If nothing is done, it will gnaw at you until death.

Beautiful hullabaloo, carried along by the crowd; Come to break the fears, to make a carnival out of it; When men drap themselves in a frightening way; One sees the vice laughing at the evil, a spell coup.

To expelled demons, on the gran'place one decided; All fear must be removed, put out of the great walls; The hunting of shadows came, to excite the people; Witches were burned before returning to the woods.

Here, on the nocturnal road, a whole village escapes; With a dead man along the way, one loses all reason; Without lost carcasses, one catches the companion; Beaten on the wheel, the cursed is flayed to the bone.

Thrown into a mass grave, the corpse is enchanted; And a evil pact, puts the skeleton back on its feet; And companion joins man and woman, damned; This people wants revenge, but creates revenge.

God creates the body bones we walks towards death; No matter the perfume, nor the toilet of the day; Man enter into the dance, what you are, we were; Here are our remains, what we are, you will be.