By a Monster’s Hand

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