Watching those heads spin around.
Severed heads falling one by one.
Watching their heads fall off.
Screaming in fear.

He rides on a horse that's black.
Racing around through the night.
Hoping to give you a fright.

He growls like an animal.
Although he comes for blood.
He's not going to get you.
But he'll captivate.
Without saying a single word.

He stares with aquamarine eyes.
His roar is fierce and pierces the sky.
His teeth so sharp they cut diamonds.
But don't run or hide.
He won't kill you.
(It's a very supernatural thing,
Loving the Hessian)

His gaze will surely hypnotize you.
(A certainly supernatural thing, loving the Hessian)

You can't escape from him.
(A certainly supernatural thing, loving the Hessian)

You won't believe you're loving the Hessian.
(It's a very supernatural thing,
Loving the Hessian)

Thinking of the blood that's shed.
All of those severed heads.
His roar echoes throughout the land.
The tale of the Hessian Horseman.

Watching those heads spin around.
Severed heads falling one by one.
Watching their heads fall off.
As they are taken.
To the tree of the dead.
Loving the Hessian.