For a thousand years
Hell's opened its gates
To send the coachman into the world
When the moon is shining
With a broody, red light
The Coachman will guide
Our souls out of life
The last ray of light like a silken thread
Expelled by darkness
Night of the damned
In the dour of the Coachman's Curse
He was enslaved, a servant of hell
Undead forever
He's on the cent
For the souls of the fallen men
To every battlefield he rides
Seeks out your soul with burning eyes
The Coachman will guide
Our souls out of life
Final stop on earth
Beholder of lifetime and hunter of souls
We can't escape
The Coachman's Curse
His cowl full of dust
And the smell of death
Backbreaking silence
He patiently waits
The battle has just begun
And when the deathgame finally ends
His voice is calling
The souls of the damned
He's left with no choice
He's lashing his horse
In the gloom of night
We can see a glowing light in the dust
So we will follow him
In Coachman we trust