[Church bells ring] [A horse whinnys] [Sound of hooves] [Brooding gpthic halloween music starts] [Verse 1] Gas lamps flicker down the cobblestone lane Shadows stretch, shiver, and sway Whispers ride soft on a rustling breeze As the amber light fades away Old oak branches reach out like claws To snatch up the lingering sun The moon peaks through a shroud of gray And the evening spooking's begun [Pre-Chorus] Something stirs in the hollow deep A chill that bites to the bone Fog creeps over the churchyard gate And you find yourself all alone [Chorus] Oh, the Headless Rider on his midnight steed Goes galloping through the dark Leaving a trail of sparks and dread From the graveyard past the park He’s searching high and he’s searching low To replace his missing head So bolt your door and lock your latch For the phantom of the dead [Verse 2] The high clock tower chimes a mournful twelve The hour of doom has arrived He rides with a fury straight through the square Where no living soul survives A jack-o'-lantern sits high on his saddle Glowin’ with a sinister grin You can hear the whip snap through the fog As the madness begins again [Pre-Chorus] Iron hooves beat a rhythm of dread A madness taking its hold Hear the ghostly whinny ring through the trees And turn your red blood cold [Chorus] Oh, the Headless Rider on his midnight steed Goes galloping through the dark Leaving a trail of sparks and dread From the graveyard past the park He’s searching high and he’s searching low To replace his missing head So bolt your door and lock your latch For the phantom of the dead [Bridge] [Hit hard brooding guitars] Listen closely to the hollow wind Do you hear that thunder sound? It isn't a storm brewing up in the sky It’s the terror that’s riding bound! Hide your eyes! Cover your throat! Pray he passes you by! [Chorus] Oh, the Headless Rider on his midnight steed Goes galloping through the dark Leaving a trail of sparks and dread From the graveyard past the park He’s searching high and he’s searching low To replace his missing head So bolt your door and lock your latch For the phantom of the dead [Outro] [Music slows down, spook-show style] Riding away... into the gray... Better run, better hide, don't look outside! Watch out... he's coming... for you! [Evil laugh and horse sounds]
