Riding Reaper
It is the night of the hunter Sending a chill through my bones I hear the rolling thunder High above the old headstones His dishonourable reputation It doesn’t matter to me My morbid infatuation Brings me to my knees Behold the riding reaper He’s reaping my soul The riding reaper And I’m growing cold The rumbling hooves in the distance I know he soon will be here His gleaming blade in assistance My death is drawing near Ghoulish fascination Get’s the better of me This twisted situation Brings me to my knees Behold the riding reaper He’s reaping my soul The riding reaper And I’m cold He says, I’ve been waiting for you In the shadows All along Ghoulish fascination Get’s the better of me This twisted situation Brings me to my knees Behold the riding reaper He’s reaping my soul Oh no, the riding reaper On a night so cold
The riding reaper He’s reaping my soul The riding reaper And I’m growing cold