Drive, conductor drive
White knuckles on the wheel and the smell of black coal
One-hundred miles of track,
And the wind at your back, and a sleeper car full of dead souls
Fly, death angels fly
From the diamond car to the bar
While every neck is slit,
While the blood runs and drips, from travelers both near and far
On this terror train,
This terror train, this transylvania terror train
Scream, lonely screams as the train screeches to a halt
So that lonesome blows into that haunted deep oh
Getting on that train is all your fault
On this terror train,
This terror train, this transylvania terror train
Drive, conductor drive
White knuckles on the wheel and the smell of black coal
One-hundred miles of track,
And the wind at your back, and a sleeper car full of dead souls
On this terror train, ×6
On this transylvania terror train
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