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