Now it's October five o three You still have a choice To pack up your shit and leave Do you hear their voice
Rarely these woods are safe In this time anyway You worship this evil place Shit
Now it's October five o three You don't stand a chance Was all this for good and green Her terrified glance The beast is here, death is near Grizzly man stands again She will hear cries of fear Shit
To them You feel the teeth in your chest No time to breathe or to rest Another bite is tearing up your neck Warm blood gushing from your head Record this when he cries Record this when he dies
