paroles de chanson The Hessian - Hess

In a valley of shadows
A nightmare rests on her nine hills
In the gloom of the night
People are haunted by fiends

A dead Germanic mercenary
To a cannonball lost his head
In that Civil War he fought in the British lines
Hence every night restarts his chase

Like a midnight blast
Howling among the trees
Galloping from his grave
The headless horseman
Terror of night
The spirit of a Hessian

I found you in a vision
Oh midnight fiend
Oh Hessian guardian
Unveil the past to me

I saw the Teutonic terror
Mounting his hellish steed
Charging forth to battle
Then vanished at hell speed

Like a madman crossing
Hollows and blood red streams
Shouting his battle cry
Commander of all
The phantoms of ancient times
The headless Hessian

Like a midnight blast
Howling among the trees
Galloping from his grave
The headless horseman
Terror of night
The spirit of a Hessian