Legends talk of the evil Lurking in the corn Something's wrong with the straw-man Who looks so forlorn
The blood moon's light will shine And he'll come to life (Come to life) You cut across his field So you're next in line Next in line
You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves He needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the pole
He's a thing made of worn out cloths And witch's curse All he needs is to find someone To quench his thirst
The blood moon's light will shine And he'll come to life (Come to life) You cut across his field So you're next in line Next in line
You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves He needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the pole
The Cornfield whispers your name You scream as you start to change He crumbles to the ground 'Cause you're the Scarecrow now
You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves He needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the pole
You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves He needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the pole
You should beware the Scarecrow You are what he craves He needs Flesh and bone You won't escape the Scarecrow You will take his place Up there on the poleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
