Gasoline Guns - We Are the Monsters

Dogs of the wild hunt are racing unbound
Running and hunting, smelling the ground
Under the red sky gallows stand
Black heart is leaking black blood on the sand

Vultures are flying around and around
Chain to the leg, ball to the ground
We are your fear, we are your rave
We are the monsters, we dance on your grave

We are the fiends…
We are the spikes…
Rabid and grim…
Ride scarlet moon in the dead of a night

Hark! We drag you to hell
Hark! We're putting a spell
Bang! You run on a blade
We are the monsters, we dance on your grave

Chainsaw massacre, needles of pain
We are hell-raisers, we run a fast lane
We knock at your door, we creep in a dark
Supreme nightmares with Devil's hallmark

We are night stalkers, our faces unseen
We spit the horror under your skin
We are your fear, we are your rave
We are the monsters, we dance on your grave
Hark! We drag you to hell
Hark! We're putting a spell
Bang! You run on a blade
You are the monster, you dance on your grave