[Verse 1]
Counting the masses beyond him that's been cut by the blade
Decapitation inflicted by a monster's hand

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
The stench of rotten flesh has now been caught by a storm
Moving his cellar trophies to another home

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Counting the masses beyond him that's been cut by the blade
Decapitation inflicted by a monster's hand
[Chorus]
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