Walking on pine
Deep in the woods
The creature of the cove
Searching to find
A similar foot
Now enters the unknown
Scars on his back
Far from his throat
Protected by his fears
Ear to the crack
Of the old hollowed oak
At night he hears
Ooo, ooo, oooo, ooo
Ooo, ooo, oooo, ooo
Sun takes the sky
And wakes up the land
The creature's on the run
Smoke in his eyes
And ash on his hands
Can't take back what he's done
And all that remains
Are embers of gold
Where once the old oak lied
He's gone away
And the trail is so cold
At night he cries
Ooo, ooo, oooo, ooo
Ooo, ooo, oooo, ooo
Ooo, ooo, oooo, ooo
Ooo, ooo, oooo, ooo
