Backwoods Vendetta

(huffff) (huffff) There is a shadow in the pines where the moonlight

fails Dragging chains down the overgrown trails No salvation in these hills,

no rescue team Just a cold steel trap and a silent scream

There

is blood in the backwoods (yeah)

Staining the clay No one is getting away

We don't call the law when the dark sets in We just

bury the secret where the weeds begin

Beneath the roots where the water runs red

Sleeping with the crows on an iron bed

There is blood in the backwoods (yeah)

Staining the clay No one is getting away

Deep in the dirt! (uggggh)

Staining the clay... (shhhh)