Quasarborn - Danse Macabre

QUASARBORN first ever music video performing “Danse Macabre” © 2017
The song is to be featured on their first album which is in the final stages of production, and they are currently looking for a label to release it!

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Quasarborn is:
Luka Matković – Vocals, guitars
Đorđe Luković – Guitars
Miloš Tomasović – Bass guitar
Marko Danilović “Tihi” - Drums

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We would like to thank everyone who has helped in the process of making of this video and song! Special thanks goes out to The Center for Culture and Education of Rakovica.

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Photography, editing, video production by Đorđe Stojiljković
Lighting by Aleksandar Božić and Ognjen Opalić
Engineered, mixed, produced and mastered by Luka Matković at Citadela studios, Belgrade
Design by Marko Danilović “Tihi”

The song deals with a man thrown into a dungeon cell who while waiting to be tortured and executed finds comfort in thoughts about the inevitability of his tormentors' and captors' eventual death, thus making them all equal in the end.

Lyrics:

A single thought, feeds whatever's left of my life,
Death – the final equalizer!
All our souls stand before the same trial!

Yes, you will die...
You too will die!

Your ploys have now reached demise,
A vacant life before your eyes!
Now who's the master and who is the slave?
Dance with me on your own grave...

Skeleton ball proves the mightiest will fall,
Along with all the lowlifes,
For mortality is written in our blood!

You too will die,
Yes, you will die!

Thrived on the innocent cries,
Pleas for grace met with despise,
Emperor, peasant, a beggar, a child,
Now in death stirred bones are piled!

Dance of death,
Macabre collects your head!
Dance of death,
Macabre collects your head!

You too will die,
Yes, you will die!

We will live on through our deeds,
You're massacred by your own creed,
There are no idols, no martyrs, no gods,
Victims of eternal fraud!

Dance of death,
Macabre collects your head!
Dance of death,
Macabre collects your head!
Macabre collects your head!