Counting the masses beyond him that’s been cut by the blade Decapitation inflicted by a monster’s hand And in the night he’s dancing with the dead Wearing the body parts on a string High on emotion, it goes with his dress And it goes on and on and on On and on and on
The stench of rotten flesh has now been caught by a storm Moving his cellar trophies to another home
And in the night he’s dancing with the dead Wearing the body parts on a string High on emotion, it goes with his dress And it goes on and on and on On and on and on
Counting the masses beyond him that’s been cut by the blade Decapitation inflicted by a monster’s hand
And in the night he’s dancing with the dead Wearing the body parts on a string High on emotion, it goes with his dress And it goes on and on and on On and on and on
