Lyrics
It is the night of the hunter
Sending a chill through my bones
I hear the rolling thunder
High above the old headstones
His dishonorable reputation
It doesn't matter to me
My morbid infatuation
Brings me to my knees
Behold the riding reaper
He's reaping my soul
The riding reaper
And I'm growing cold
The rumbling hooves in the distance
I know he soon will be here
His gleaming blade in assistance
My death is drawing near
Ghoulish fascination
Gets the better of me
This twisted situation
Brings me to my knees
Behold the riding reaper
He's reaping my soul
The riding reaper
I'm cold
Ooh, I've been waiting for you
In the shadows
All along
Ghoulish fascination
Gets the better of me
This twisted situation
Brings me to my knees
Behold the riding reaper
He's reaping my soul
Oh no, the riding reaper
On a night so cold
The riding reaper
He's reaping my soul
The riding reaper
I'm growing cold
