Dogs of the wild hunt are racing unbound Running and hunting, smelling the ground Under the red sky gallows stand Black heart is leaking black blood on the sand
Vultures are flying around and around Chain to the leg, ball to the ground We are your fear, we are your rave We are the monsters, we dance on your grave
We are the fiends… We are the spikes… Rabid and grim… Ride scarlet moon in the dead of a night
Hark! We drag you to hell Hark! We're putting a spell Bang! You run on a blade We are the monsters, we dance on your grave
Chainsaw massacre, needles of pain We are hell-raisers, we run a fast lane We knock at your door, we creep in a dark Supreme nightmares with Devil's hallmark
We are night stalkers, our faces unseen We spit the horror under your skin We are your fear, we are your rave We are the monsters, we dance on your grave Hark! We drag you to hell Hark! We're putting a spell Bang! You run on a blade You are the monster, you dance on your graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
