Headless Horseman
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He rests in an old abandoned graveyard but
Every Halloween he rises.
At the strike of midnight, his
Dozens of bats appear
Like an entourage.
Inside the Old Dutch Church my body stays.As a man, I was a soldier in war.But on the battlefield my head decays,And yet, I still wander the world once more.
At midnight, my old curse awakens me,
