Elvenking - The Regality Dance Lyrics

Gentlemen and ladies
All please lend me your attention
I beg your pardon for my cheek
Please join this heathen reel

Strange rules has this dance
Suffers from a serious allergy
Reddens and becomes so unkind
When people are acting just like you

The regal dance's about to start
And I am here to tell you
There's many a slip twixt cup
And lip 'tis something that could help you

On and on please join the ball
Nobody will stop you
The steps they are so simple
Look the moon is dancing too

Drink a toast with the wise man
No one will care for you
Let the dances have their go
Follow 'till they reach the end

Mind the minstrels they will say
You're just another scarecrow
Not a word a single word, not for all the
Whole damn world
(You say)

Step out of this regality dance
One foot in heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it will make you fall

A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin

I came I saw, do not want nothing at all
Do not want to moralise you
Or spitting hateful sentences, just trying to tease
Your rudimental pride

Live and let live told the wise man
As no one cared for him
From the soil which is now
Part of leaving is so easier than living
(He says)

Step out of this regality dance
One foot into heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it will make you fall

A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin

Bienvenu Mesdames et Messieurs
To the Danse Paien
Please come in and hurry up or
You will miss your turn

Step out of this regality dance
One foot into heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it will make you fall

A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin

Step out of this regality dance
One foot into heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it will make you fall

A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin

Face the truth are you worthy
Of this honesty filled, celebration
Another tune bursting forth
From the passion that glides in my veins

Can you feel it?
A speaking portrait's in front of me
Do you acknowledge yourself?
Who painted you?