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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

And I'm cold

He says 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

And I'm growing cold