Riding Corpses

When the bells chime at twelve
They rise out of their graves
Threatening creatures
On dead pale horses

When the night of the dead begins
They are coming for you
They want back their lives
Which were taken from them

They are the riding corpses
Damned souls on their way to hell
They are the riding corpses
The servants of the devil
They are the riding corpses
They take your skulls away
They are the riding corpses
There is no need to pray

They celebrate death
And hunt for your heads
Bony creatures with a passion to kill
To take your soul away
Try to run away
But there is no place to hide
They will find you
And cut off your head

No one can escape this night
You are lost in darkness
Try to survive this night
Until the next day begins