What joyous trail to such of lead,
Alone, content the wave.
As here before the time would hold
The journey that they crave
From night or day, sleep or wake
We find ourselves at the cross
There the gate of tooth and fang,
The beast of green and moss.
And there to lure the fools of man,
We find our death and pain.
As all would come to meet their end,
To meet as food it reign
So track the light that glow tonight,
Follow to your death.
The jaws are welcome to the trail
Behind its putrid breath.