The Macabray - tsosis
I count ten
In the dusk sun
On the wet grass
Facing the woods
And I can't find
Where you have gone
And a cold trail
Is a sign where you've run
And I said
Ready or not here I come
Ready or not here I
Trippin' on my laces
I am afraid that I've lost my place
At the end of the neighborhood
Edge of the world
This was a mistake
With night clear upon us
I am shone fear
In the autumn of my seventh year
An alarming lapse of sound
I see my breath
Just like in the stories
Don't want you to turn around
Don't want you to turn around
Don't want you to turn around
I don't wanna bask in your ghastly glory
Anymore
