Bayou Bloodline

(humm-mm-mm) When the fog rolls off the river

And the streetlamps start to dim

There's a shadow in

the alley

With a cold, historic grin

Watch the dark, heed the warning

Do not walk those stones alone

For the monsters of the crescent

Will claim you for their own

There's a spirit on the gallery

There's a whisper in the drain

If you listen to

the night winds

They will sing you of your pain

Watch the dark, heed the warning

Do not walk those stones alone

For the monsters of the crescent

Will claim you for their own (ahhhh) (ooohhh)

Watch the dark, heed the warning

Do not walk those stones alone

For the monsters of the crescent

Will claim you for their own

Claim you for their own... (shhhh)