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Don't look into the tall grass... (shhh)
Under the modern midwest moon
On a forgotten country line
They gather where the shadows loom Crossing the human
boundary line
Something is breathing in the corn Something that should have never been
born
(watch out!)
The pack is hunting on Bray Road!
(run!) Flesh and bone,
the ancient code
Screaming at the autumn sky No one lives to tell us why
Yellow eyes in the headlights' glare A beast that stands on human
feet A cult of claws,
a worship rare No prayer can make the heart beat
Something is breathing in the corn
Something that should have never been born
The pack is hunting on Bray Road!
(run!) Flesh and bone,
the ancient code
Screaming at the autumn sky No one lives to tell us why (howlllll)
We are the claw
We are the teeth
We are the terror that lives underneath!
Bray Road...
(shhh) They are watching you.