Oblivion - Lyrics - Danse Macabre
Dance of Death, also variously called Danse Macabre , Danza Macabra , Dansul MorÅ£ii , Danza de la Muerte , Dansa de la Mort , Dança Macabra , Totentanz , Dodendans , Surmatants , is an artistic genre of late-medieval allegory on the universality of death: no matter one's station in life, the Dance of Death unites all. The Danse Macabre consists of the dead or personified Death summoning representatives from all walks of life to dance along to the grave, typically with a pope, emperor, king, child, and labourer. They were produced to remind people of the fragility of their lives and how vain were the glories of earthly life. Its origins are postulated from illustrated sermon texts; the earliest recorded visual scheme was a now lost mural in the Saints Innocents Cemetery in Paris dating from 1424â25.
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Oblivion
Fill the goblet again! For I never before
Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart:
my heart to its core
Let us drink! Who would not?
Since through life's varied round
In the goblet alone no deception is found
Oblivion
In the days of my youth
when my heart's in its spring
Oblivion
And dreams that affection can never wing
I have tried in it's turn
all that life can supply
I have bask'd in the beam
of a dark rolling eye
I have loved! Who has not?
But what heart can declare
That pleasure existed
while passion was there?
Oblivion
In the days of my youth
when my heart's in its spring
Oblivion
And dreams that affection can never wing
I had friends! Who has not?
But what tongue will avow
That friends, rosy wine!
Are as faithful as Thou
Oblivion
In the days of my youth
when the heart's in its spring
Oblivion
And dreams that affection can never wing
Oblivion
