Без головый (v.3)

**[Verse 1]**  
Look, look — with clatter, with a ring,  
Ho‑ho! A miracle takes wing!  
Where once a rider bold did go,  
Now crawls a rotten, reeking heap below.  
Only a skeleton sits astride,  
With clock and scythe, a ghastly guide —  
Eyeless, lipless, grim and stark,  
Grins a bone‑white, hollow mark.

**[Chorus]**  
Hissing, the horse rears up in dread,  
Lifts its head with a mad, wild spread.  
With a laugh, into the abyss, the flame,  
Slams to earth — and vanishes, tame no more, tame.

**[Verse 2]**  
Then a howl cuts through the clouded sky,  
A shriek from the chasm, deep and dry.  
And in fierce strife with life’s own breath,  
Death draws near, embracing fate’s cold wreath.

**[Bridge]**  
Hear the wind, the bones that chime,  
The reaper’s laugh, the march of time.  
No escape, no turning back,  
Only shadows on a blackened track.

**[Chorus]**  
Hissing, the horse rears up in dread,  
Lifts its head with a mad, wild spread.  
With a laugh, into the abyss, the flame,  
Slams to earth — and vanishes, tame no more, tame.

**[Outro]**  
Look, look — the clatter, the ringing sound,  
Ho‑ho! The spell is firmly bound.  
Where life once rode, now only bone,  
Dances on in the night alone…