In a valley of shadows A nightmare rests on her nine hills In the gloom of the night People are haunted by fiends
A dead Germanic mercenary To a cannonball lost his head In that Civil War he fought in the British lines Hence every night restarts his chase
Like a midnight blast Howling among the trees Galloping from his grave The headless horseman Terror of night The spirit of a Hessian
I found you in a vision Oh midnight fiend Oh Hessian guardian Unveil the past to me
I saw the Teutonic terror Mounting his hellish steed Charging forth to battle Then vanished at hell speed
Like a madman crossing Hollows and blood red streams Shouting his battle cry Commander of all The phantoms of ancient times The headless Hessian
Like a midnight blast Howling among the trees Galloping from his grave The headless horseman Terror of night The spirit of a HessianTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
