Phayned - Headless Horseman Lyrics

Riding through the misty night,
On a horse as black as fright,
He's coming for you, can't you see?
The Headless Horseman of Sleepy.
Run, run, he's near

He hails from Hessen, far away,
Where he made his foes all pay.
Sent to war with a ruthless hand,
Cut down foes at his command.
Now he roams with a blade so cold,
In the woods, his tale retold.
His teeth clenched tight in deadly spite,
Hunting souls on haunted nights.
He's here, he's here

Headless Rider, horse of black,
Galloping fast, he won't look back.
Through the fog and through the trees,
He's bringing townsfolk to their knees.
Headless Horseman, cold and grim,
Searching for his head and them.
In Sleepy Hollow, shadows crawl,
When you hear his call.
Run, run, he's near

In life, he showed no mercy, none,
Slashing down 'til the job was done.
But they caught him with his back turned,
Sent him to the fire to burn.
Now he roams, no head in sight,
Bound to Sleepy every night.
With a pumpkin grin, he rides alone,
Claiming heads to call his own.
Don't look back, don't look back

Headless Rider, horse of black,
Galloping fast, he won't look back.
Through the fog and through the trees,
He's bringing townsfolk to their knees.
Headless Horseman, cold and grim,
Searching for his head and them.
In Sleepy Hollow, shadows crawl,
When you hear his call.
He's coming for all

Ichabod Crane, the skeptic man,
Drawn by fate, a curious plan.
Facing fear he'd never known,
The Horseman's world, his haunted throne.
Slicing through the midnight air,
Silent fury everywhere.
If you wander Sleepy's path,
Beware the Horseman's wrath.
Beware, beware

Headless Rider, horse of black,
Galloping fast, he won't look back.
Through the fog and through the trees,
He's bringing townsfolk to their knees.
Headless Horseman, cold and grim,
Searching for his head and them.
In Sleepy Hollow, shadows crawl,
When you hear his call.
Run, run, he's near

On Halloween, he rides again,
Through Sleepy Hollow's twisted glen.
With a fiery gaze, he'll take his claim,
On anyone who dares his name.
So heed the whispers in the night,
And stay out of the moon's pale light.
For once he's found you, there's no escape,
From the Headless Horseman's deadly shape.
Run, run, he's near