Counting the masses beyond him that's been cut by the blade
Decapitation inflicted by a monster's hand

And in the night he's dancing with the dead
Wearing the body parts on a string
High on emotion, it goes with his dress
And it goes on and on and on
On and on and on

The stench of rotten flesh has now been caught by a storm
Moving his cellar trophies to another home

And in the night he's dancing with the dead
Wearing the body parts on a string
High on emotion, it goes with his dress
And it goes on and on and on
On and on and on

Counting the masses beyond him that's been cut by the blade
Decapitation inflicted by a monster's hand

And in the night he's dancing with the dead
Wearing the body parts on a string
High on emotion, it goes with his dress
And it goes on and on and on
On and on and on