Hollow Road Reaper

They say he died without a head… But death did not take

him.

A soldier came across the ocean

With fire burning in his eyes He rode beneath a foreign banner

Through the smoke of battle cries Then one cold and bloody evening

A cannon tore the world apart His body fell beneath the darkness

But something kept his heart

They buried what was left of him

Beneath the churchyard stone But when the moon is full and white…

He rides alone.

THE LEGEND RIDES TONIGHT Through the forest,

through the fog A headless rider on a black horse Coming down

the Hollow road THE LEGEND RIDES TONIGHT Hear the iron chains behind

He searches through the darkness

For the head he cannot find They say he waits beyond the

bridge Where the trees become a wall

He follows every lonely traveler

When the final shadows fall

No face beneath the helmet No eyes beneath the night

Just a sword beside his saddle

And a terrible empty sight

Some swear they heard his breathing Some swear they saw him pass

But those who meet the Horseman… Don’t always make it back.

THE LEGEND RIDES TONIGHT Through the forest,

through the fog A headless rider on a black horse Coming down

the Hollow road THE LEGEND RIDES TONIGHT Hear the iron chains behind

He searches through the darkness

For the head he cannot find

Don’t take the road… Don’t cross the bridge… Don’t ride beneath the

trees…

Because when you hear the hoofbeats…

He’s already seen you.

HOOVES! CHAINS! STEEL!

NIGHT!

THE DEAD HAVE COME TO RIDE!

THE LEGEND RIDES TONIGHT!

And the Hollow knows his name!

Through the fog he comes searching Through the darkness comes the flame

THE LEGEND RIDES TONIGHT!

And tonight the tale is true… You can laugh at every ghost

story— UNTIL THE HORSEMAN FINDS YOU.

One hoofbeat… Two…

Three… Silence.

Then—

a distant horse whinnies.