Trailbound Moonstorm
Cold wind biting
through the ancient pines
We tread the narrow path in straight-drawn lines
Something is watching
from the heavy deep
A ancient promise that the woodlands keep
Don't you dare look up above Forget about the things you love
Keep your eyes upon the stones Or join the pile of dusty
bones
Beware the moon and stick to the trail!
(oh yeah!) When the wild winds begin to wail!
Keep your boots on the designated ground
Don't you ever turn around!
Yellow eyes
reflecting in the brush
A sudden warning
in the heavy hush
The soil is damp
beneath our hurried stride
There is no shelter where the wicked
hide
Don't you dare look up above Forget about the things you love
Keep your eyes upon the stones Or join the pile of dusty
bones
Beware the moon and stick to the trail!
(oh yeah!) When the wild winds begin to wail!
Keep your boots on the designated ground
Don't you ever turn around!
Just stick to the trail...
Keep your eyes down...
Beware the moon and stick to the trail!
(whoah!) When the wild winds begin to wail!
Keep your boots on the designated ground
Don't you ever turn around!
Stick to the trail!
Stick to the trail! (hahaha)