Waltz of the Wicked

Your dance partner looks younger with every turn. So why is your hair turning silver? “Waltz of the Wicked” invites you into a ballroom of dead witches—haunting female vocals, swirling strings, and a brutal breakdown beneath the chandeliers. “They grow younger in my arms—I grow older every time.” Turn it up and tag your Halloween dance partner. Would you risk one last waltz? #WitchTok #HalloweenMusic #GothicMetal [Intro] Leave your coat. Forget the weather. One little dance… Then stay forever. [Verse 1] Halloween at the manor gate, A velvet card with no date. Through the doors, a ballroom glows— Dead witches dressed in wedding clothes. Their slippers skim the marble floor, No shadow follows anymore. A silver mask, a hand in mine: “You’re just in time. The next dance is thine.” [Pre-Chorus] One, two, three— The candles bend. One, two, three— How old have I been? [Chorus] WALTZ OF THE WICKED! Turn till the daylight dies! Every circle steals a year, Every kiss a sweet goodbye. WALTZ OF THE WICKED! Hold me while the seasons fly! They grow younger in my arms— I grow older every time. [Verse 2] My rings hang loose, my fingers ache, The silvered glass reveals the take. A winter streak runs through my hair; My partner’s wrinkles disappear. I wrench away and reach the door— The dancers sweep me back once more. Their youngest mouths begin to sing: “We gave our years. You’ll give us spring.” [Pre-Chorus] One, two, three— My knees give way. One, two, three— They beg the band to play! [Chorus] WALTZ OF THE WICKED! Turn till the daylight dies! Every circle steals a year, Every kiss a sweet goodbye. WALTZ OF THE WICKED! Hold me while the seasons fly! They grow younger in my arms— I grow older every time. [Bridge] Beneath the floor, I hear them knock— The dancers from the years before. Their names are scratched into the clock. My name is waiting by the door. The girl who brought me here tonight Leans close, her face restored: “One last turn will pay my debt. Then you must fill the floor.” [Breakdown] BREAK THE STEP! STOP THE SWING! TEAR THE YEARS FROM EVERY RING! ONE FOR YOUTH! TWO FOR DREAD! THREE—THE LIVING FEED THE DEAD! [Final Chorus] WALTZ OF THE WICKED! Turn till the daylight dies! Every circle steals a year, Every kiss a sweet goodbye. WALTZ OF THE WICKED! Now the youngest one walks free. I must find another hand— Someone who will dance with me. [Outro] Next October. Manor gate. A velvet card. You’re running late. Leave your coat. You look divine. Come closer, darling… The next dance is mine.