Son go fetch the rifle now I think there's something in the yard I can see the herd is getting rattled And the dogs are on their guard
LIAR
Well we came to make a home here But there's something in the trees We bolt the door, chain the gate, secure the homestead But it's never gonna leave
LIAR The wolf is at the door somehow The culling of the herd is now
Hey did you curse this place? Did you fall to earth to cull the herd? Strange gods above the earth These thing you just won't believe
In the shackles of the night There are lights up in the sky Scratching at the doors They are comming through the walls Twenty feet above the ground They move without a sound Among the garbage cans A curse upon the land
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