Chorea - Esben and the Witch

At first the fingers start to twitch

The blood is set in commotion

The feet start to beat

Strange tattoos on the street

A warmth floods fast

(They grow wild)

The devil’s dived

Inside their minds

Everyone’s on fire

Like mad dogs they slather

Writhing and rabid

Feverishly twisting

A tragic display

Wrestling tremors

Imprisoned in prisms

Together in silence

They desperately pray

Ferocious, voracious

Infectious, afflictions

Convulsions, contortions

Devour their victims

A descent into savagery

Plummeting rapidly

They tried in vain

To shake this terrible hex

With reckless abandon

Belief was confounded

By spiraling, spluttering,

Quivering wrecks

And we watched them dance

Themselves to death

And we watched them dance

Themselves to death

And we watched them dance

Themselves to death

And we watched them dance

Themselves to death

And we watched them dance

Themselves to death

And we watched them dance

Themselves to death