The Last Dance

Thunder and fire
Storms of red dust
The need was too dire
They thought they'd combust

Disease of blood butterflies
Filled them deep and drowned
Water unpurged by their battle cries
Air filled with their mournful sound

The VoOdOo beat was too strong
The death already too deep
Their veins boiled with its song
From fluids too bone does it seep

The beat,
The beat,
the beat.

The drums had their way
Their feet were possessed
And hips swelled in sway
Already unknowingly obsessed

Through fire they jumped
Through clawing cadavers they fought
Through walls of stone they bumped
They spent the last of the time they had bought

When the dust had set
When sirens find no voice to sing
When with death they had danced and met
There remained one thing…

The beat,
The beat,
The beat.