Quasarborn “Danse Macabre”, Serbian metal band first video

QUASARBORN first ever music video performing “Danse Macabre” © 2017
The song is to be featured on our first album which is in the final stages of production, and we 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