Phantom of The Pines

Deep in the thicket

where the Spanish moss hangs down

There is a shadow creeping just outside of town

No tracks left behind in the needles of the floor

But you can hear the creak of the old cabin door Cold

wind howling Something is stalking the treeline tonight Watch the

shadows move

Phantom of the Pines,

hunting in the dark

(yeah) Leaving on the bark a jagged crimson mark He is the

master of the midnight wild

Run away now, run away child

Old timers tell the tale around the firelight

Don't go wandering past the ridge tonight

A silhouette of branches,

a pair of glowing eyes

Underneath the canopy where the

hunter lies

Phantom of the Pines,

hunting in the dark

(yeah) Leaving on the bark a jagged crimson mark He is the

master of the midnight wild

Run away now, run away child Lost in the pines...

(lost forever)