King of the Undead, envy for their matter grey
Astride his screaming steed, riding down the mortals.
Terrified townsmen huddle in corners, children run afraid
Thundering hooves sound as women plead and flee his vorpal blade.
Three witch crones, bring us a head (head, head head head head))
If it is true, then you’ll be mortal.
The headless horseman
One glimpse your foot’s in the grave
The headless horseman
Now he wants… your head too!
The horseman’s history is steeped in blood and prophesy.
A promise once was made of endless sovereignty.
Deception ensues, a guillotine falls and so becomes enslaved.
Now he’s obsessed with gathering skulls and brings them to this cave.
What a pretty gift this is but it shall not do.
Bring another one; we’ll provide the glue.
The headless horseman
One glimpse your foot’s in the grave
The headless horseman
Now he wants… your head too!
And then one day a dream spoke to him.
It told the curse was from his three witch friends.
I shall have my vengeance and they will have their own.
I shall overcome the curse of the three witch crones!
Now, through the forest and valleys he rides
Seeks, to eliminate all of their lies.
Hags! You shall pay for your base trickery!
No, if you slay us then you’ll never be.
Silence crones the curse is yours
My death is worth the price!
No my duckling stay your hand
We need just one mooooooorre…
The headless horseman
One glimpse your foot’s in the grave
The headless horseman
Now he wants… your head
The headless horseman
One glimpse your foot’s in the grave
The headless horseman
Now he wants… one, two, three heads on a plate!
