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