Finally on his way home from work Time to go back to his place In the cornfield he thinks he's alone As the daylight starts to fade
Looking for new trails to cut through the corn The young farmer whistles on But inside, he just knows something is wrong Dark clouds gather high above
Boy behold the monster Hidden in straws and rags Understand that now Your stroll it's turning very bad Walking in the fields ain't wise Unless the sun is high And if you forget this simple rule You’re gonna die
The eyes of the scarecrow Its horrible gaze The dire king in yellow Your soul set ablaze
In the field there's a place to avoid Where the scarecrow stands tall People say it has always been there Yet who made it, no one knows
In the sultriness that fills the night Through dead eyes he scans for game There's no shelter from its evil sight No one dares speak its true name
Soon your very soul Will feed the strange entity Waiting the rotten corn Leaves for eternity Murders of black crows Are heralds of his majesty Praise the yellow king Destroyer of your sanity
The eyes of the scarecrow Are fixed upon you It's casting its shadow By light of the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
