In mystic twilight
 Of the dying day
 The night [bad word] down
 And I am on my way
 Hoof beats of a mighty steed
 Pounding through the air
 The Evil Spirit once again
 Has risen from his lair

 Take heed beware of [bad word]  Lock the door and pray for tomorrow

 Night after night he must ride
 Out on the quest he cannot rest
 He'll take your life
 In the blink of an eye
 Prepare to die

 Headless Horseman
 Rider in black
 Galloping on 'til the night is gone
 Headless Horseman
 Minister of death
 No way to escape
 When the Horseman
 Is pulling the blade

 Grim and relentless
 He was towering in his saddle
 When he got decapitated
 In some nameless battle
 Driven by the Devil
 He must rise up from the Dead
 To ride forth to the battlefield
 In quest of his head

 Cursed cursed to remain
 Cursed to kill again and again

 Night after night he must ride
 On and on in eternal damnation
 Severing heads
 In the blink of an eye
 Time to die

 Headless Horseman

 In my investigations
 On his mystery
 I have unlocked the secret
 I found the key
 The one who holds the skull
 Is taking on control
 On the Horseman's very soul

 At the lair now
 Awaiting [bad word]  His bone in my hand
 I pray for tomorrow

 Fire and brimstone
 Are waiting for him
 Time [bad word] to pay for his sin
 Taking his head
 He returns to the dead
 To burn in [bad word] 
 Headless Horseman