Demons on his black steed
Racing through forests night
His heads is nowhere to be found
Its a terryfying sight
Hew scours round the countryside
Silver blade in hand
No citizen is safe tonight
He gets what he demands
In sleepy hollow your head is up for grabs
In sleepy hollow fear for your life
In sleepy hollow its you he seeks to find
In sleepy hollow beware the night
When you least expect it
When the horseman strikes
He flies out of the darkness
You sense somethings not right
He wields his sword, you hear the steel
Hes bearing down on you
You pray to god to spare your life
Then slice, you know youre thru
Hes got some heads, now you would think
His nights work was through
Not until the sunrise, will he stop hunting you
His stolen skull must be returned
So he can rest in peace
Until then it seems my friend
Youre probably dead meat