What - what's the price Ichabod The price for your systematic denial of the underworld you see what you want to see, hear what you want to hear slumbering behind your walls of false reality with your life of man made rules still intact but what happens when you get confronted? with the shadows of the realm below Will you loose your head?
I will not believe it I will not accept this I will not be fooled it's man made murder
There's no such thing as ghosts it was the fog at most townsmen are lying but I'll look in further
Now, speak the truth what's your secret Who's to blame for this murder
What is it I see my eyes must be deceiving me - deceiving me one swing another kill his blade struck deep and I will go mad if I don't look away
(chorus) 'Cause the horseman arose from the dead to serve the witch who took off his head and the witch holds him chained to her spell makes him kill for her purpose as well and the evil has been given a name the demon is riding again
I must unleash the secret I must face my fears I must clear my mind and find his grave
Now, who pulls the strings who stole his head I'm sure he kills in someone's name
The tracks lead back to someone with unholy powers undone Evil flowing through their veins many heads are taken now they're all connected somehow one benefits from wicked things, from wicked things....
(chorus) 'Cause the horseman arose from the dead to serve the witch who took off his head but she held on to his soul to long and the evil must now be undone I reveal you witch now you've cast your last spell he knows who you are you'll join him on his way to hell...........