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