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appalachia LYRICS
Wendigo
The ridge is burning red at dusk
River runs black, thick with rust
The fog climbs higher, the pines lean low
It wears a face of splintered bone
Eyes like embers, voice like stone
Moves in the shadows where the cold winds blow
Footsteps fall where no one walks
Cold winds blow, the mountain talks
You can’t run from the Wendigo
The mountain keeps its secrets and never lets go
You can’t run from the Wendigo
Run into the darkness, no one will know
Cold green arms of branch and pine
A hollow sound that howls and whines
Scared to look at what we all know
Voices heard are all around
Nothing seen yet footsteps sound
What’s that behind, it’s the Wendigo
Footsteps fall where no one walks
Cold winds blow, the mountain talks
You can’t run from the Wendigo
The mountain keeps its secrets and never lets you go
You can’t run from the Wendigo
Run into the darkness, no one will know
Whispers in the dark, crawling through the trees
The Wendigo is waiting, your scent is on the breeze
You can’t run from the Wendigo
The mountain keeps its secrets and never lets go
You can’t run from the Wendigo
Run into the darkness, no one will know
Dogman
A cryptid beast at the edge of the forest
He stands tall, stands bold with the head of a dog
It howls and shakes and aims to be savage
Protector of the land and trees and all sod
The Dogman’s tall, two legs and red eyes
Sharp teeth and a snarl that cuts the air
A canine man, a skin-walker spirit
The moon won’t summons but is always there
The Great Lakes of Appalachia at the edge of the woods
Protected by the Dogman he drools and gets his kicks
Respect this creature that haunts and howls
Dare you go near cos he might kill five or six…or maybe just you
The Dogman’s tall, two legs and red eyes
Sharp teeth and a snarl that cuts the air
A canine man, a skin-walker spirit
The moon won’t summons but is always there
The Dogman is coming, you better beware
He’ll stand his ground, no space he will share
He owns the forest and all that is there
Well you can stand your ground, with two fingers in the air
But when the Dogman sees you you’ll find he won’t care
He owns the forest and all that is there
Don’t look, don’t turn around…..he’s behind you!
Somewhere Over the Mountain
Somewhere over the mountain
The ghost lights come into view
Bright and clear
Close and blue
They are ominous glowing orb displays
Somewhere over the mountain
Like brave sentinels
And leaving their wake
Straight line through
The restless spirits searching for their lost souls
Somewhere over the mountain
As the clouds drift high from sight
Challenging, beckoning
The nights will-o-the-wisps
Are the days silent spooks
Haunting, beside the hills down to the river
Patrolling the land
Well, have you seen the moon’s glow?
The circle of light that’s in the mist
Do you feel the presence? Do you feel alone?
Have they come to harm us, Well, I just don’t know
Haunting, beside the hills down to the river
Patrolling the land
Somewhere over the mountain
The peaks will touch the sky
Do you climb
Will you reach your destiny or do you stay behind
Somewhere over the mountain
What lies there for you?
You don’t know
Unless you go
So what’s stopping you?
Spearfinger
Spear finger, Spear finger
Savage hag, your heart is in your hand
Spear finger, Spear finger,
The Cherokee will tell the truth, where arrows are to land
Spear finger, Spear finger,
In darkest Autumn the smoky mountains hide
Spear finger, Spear finger,
A cruel stone witch who will stab you in the side
Spear finger, Spear finger,
She has a taste for liver and the Cherokee live in fear
Spear finger, Spear finger,
A rustle in the leaves says that she’s coming near
She has a middle finger that’s made of coldest stone
The people try to fight her but her skin’s hard as bone
Spears and arrows shatter and she laughs at their attempts
The Cherokee write stories and tales of their own laments
Spear finger, Spear finger
Savage hag, your heart is in your hand
Spear finger, Spear finger,
The Cherokee will tell the truth, where arrows are to land
Missing 411
Forgotten souls of the missing 411
Gone without trace are the loved ones
Into the abyss
There is nowhere to hide
Only Mother Nature decides
Oo there’s nowhere to hide
The forest will wake up and open her eyes
Forgotten souls of the missing 411
Searching for days without ending
The bodies are gone
…Bodies are gone!
There is nowhere to hide
Only Mother Nature decides
Oo there’s nowhere to hide
The forest will wake up and open her eyes
….411!
Forgotten souls of the missing 411…411!
The lost disappeared from the clearing
We’d searched many times before
Clothes folded with items in place
No blood, no signs of a struggle
No records were kept, the cougars were blamed
Families met with a wall of silence
A tall wall of silence
Forgotten souls of the Missing 411
Appalachian Curse
Fortune abandoned me
Such a long, long time ago
And everything that I held dear was taken
Superstition’s rising
And the skies begin to rain
A fate of childhoods making
I’d attracted the Rake
‘The Appalachian Curse’
Ouija boards and candles
Seemed like harmless fun to me
Talking to the dead was only the beginning, you see
I awake to see, awake to see him staring lifelessly
Awake to see, the darkness has outstretched fingers
The blame I take
I called upon the Rake
Watch the glass moving
Spelling things out to me
Everything in the room was drifting
I know that I summonsed thee
I awake to see, awake to see him staring lifelessly
Awake to see, the darkness has outstretched fingers
The blame I take
Cos, I called upon the Rake
Staring lifeless, so I raced down the corridor of doors
A look of anguish on its face as it chased me on all fours
It had hairless, shiny skin, it’s eyes were sunken in
Somewhere between dead and alive, it’s a shadow dweller
And I will pray to God to take him back to Hell
So I know that I’m to blame
I started out just playing
I’d attracted the Rake
It’s the Appalachian curse
I awake to see, awake to see him staring lifelessly
Awake to see, the darkness has outstretched fingers
And the blame I take
Cos I called up the Rake
Sasquatch
Look after the forest and protect the trees
Make sure you don’t damage the branches and leaves
The Sasquatch is there to watch every move
Appreciate nature then you won’t lose
He sees you coming, you won’t see him
He knows where you’re going, knows where you’ve been
Take all your litter, douse out the fire
Keep to the tracks now, don’t venture much higher
He’s only doing what animals do
But he is a guardian, guarding
Bigfoot, Yeti, Sasquatch the same
Be careful if you should be passing by
‘Keep all your children well within sight
Day time is safer but he comes in the night
You’ll be ok if you follow the rules!’
Those who venture are nothing but fools
If you don’t respect, you’re defying the ghouls
The law says behave when trespassing the forest
Be fearful of all
Take care, watch out, Sasquatch is watching
Eyes that do stare
You think you’re alone but Sasquatch is watching you
He’s only doing what animals do
But he is a guardian, guarding
Bigfoot, Yeti, Sasquatch the same
Be careful if you should be passing by
The Mimic
The mimic imitates to trick
Familiar sounds might catch you quick
You think you recognise a voice
But mimics create song from noise
The Whistler he has much to say
And whistles tunes day by day
The tune you hear will draw you near
So just ignore him, you didn’t hear
Somebody screams but don’t go and look
Or was it the wind, a howl you mistook
The mimic will cheat and catch you off guard
Just mind your way cos easy gets hard
The Whistler he has much to say
And whistles tunes day by day
The tune you hear will draw you near
So just ignore him, you didn’t hear
The Mimic catches you out
Fools you all by throwing strange voices
The Mimic catches you out
He copies sounds and gives you no choices
The Mimic catches you out
Fools you all by throwing strange voices
The Mimic catches you out
He copies sounds and gives you no choices
‘The mimic imitates to trick,
Familiar sounds catch you quick’
Mothman
It’s the Mothman, spread your wings
Mothman brings impending death
See him swoop, watch him dive
He patrols the skies, and he’ll never rest
It’s the Mothman
Chasing his shadow, chasing beliefs
He sees you from a distance, yeah here comes the Mothman
It’s the Mothman, bearing down
The traveller said he saw him
He’s overhead, without a sound
Eyes of red like a warning
It’s the Mothman
Chasing his shadow, chasing beliefs
He sees you from a distance, it’s the Mothman
Like Eagles dare you see him there
Patrols all he sees
He’s the Mothman
Maybe an omen of disaster
It’s the Mothman
Chasing his shadow, chasing beliefs
It’s the Mothman
Chasing his shadow, chasing beliefs
He sees you from a distance
It’s the Mothman
‘It’s the Mothman’
The Unwritten Rules
‘Old roots run deep’ says the old lady in the chair
Unless I’d heard her rocking, I wouldn’t know she was there
There she sits with tales of old warning me of spirits
Folklore tunes and rhyming songs full of evil lyrics
When in the woods there’s tales to tell and rules to keep you safe
You must abide and have respect
oh ye of little faith
oh ye of little faith
And if you hear your name called out which echoes through the air
Don’t you look back, don’t dare to turn
Cos there is no-one there
There is no-one there
Close your eyes, pretend it’s safe
Then you won’t see the forest wraith
Ignore the sounds you think you hear
Then you might stop them coming near
Coming near
Don’t break the branches or disturb the soil
Don’t make a noise, not a sound
For eyes will watch and keep you studied
From sky to tree and ground
The mist will swirl, the insects crawl
The rules must be obeyed
The spirits guard the creatures safe
Old lady, folklore maid
When in the woods there’s tales to tell and rules to keep you safe
You must abide and have respect
oh ye of little faith
oh ye of little faith
37th Parallel
The paranormal highway stretches
The caves depicting sinister sketches
The UFO’s patrol the site
There are coincidences day and night
The cosmic lay lines forming pictures
Hidden meanings, conspiracy theories
They cross the paths where no-one goes
Military bases hiding secrets, no-one knows
Oo..37th Parallel, Oo..37th Parallel
’37, hey yeah, 37!’
Do you believe in aliens?
Why do we worship the stars?
Well is it all coincidence?
Is there life on Mars?
So why do we all exist?
Is it all just a game?
The parallel lines are far and wide
Conspiracies are set aflame
‘Set aflame’
Oo..37th Parallel, Oo..37th Parallel
’37, hey yeah, 37!’
‘It’s mystical, Astronomical, A spiritual spine, Burial mounds
Sacred mountains, A conspiracy, It’s Area 51’
Ghost of the Wetlands
She fell into the water, her bridal dress still worn
Jilted at the altar, now dead in Cumberland Falls
They say she haunts the rapids so don’t dare to go too near
The spray will rise like silver smoke
The moon-bow costs you dear
Beware the phantom bride who beckons
To drag you in your last few seconds
The ghost of the Wetlands, with her cold hands
In days when war was savage, two people join their hands in marriage
But one will run and one will die
One will run, one will die
Beware the phantom bride who beckons
To drag you in your last few seconds
The ghost of the Wetlands, with her cold hands
The town of Corbin steeped in spooks
The ghosts of soldiers protecting their roots
Eerie lights shine near the falls
You hear the bride as she softly calls
Beware the phantom bride who beckons
To drag you in your last few seconds
The ghost of the Wetlands, with her cold hands
I can see her movements, I can hear her sounds
Whispering so softly, take it all
Ghost of the Wetlands
Return to silence, and hope that this is all a dream
I can feel her presence, feel it all around
Feel her eyes bore through me, hear her call
Ghost of the Wetlands
Return to silence, and hope that this is all a dream
The tales of hauntings, you will hear the cold bride scream
Beware the phantom bride who beckons
To drag you in your last few seconds
The ghost of the Wetlands, with her cold hands
‘The Wetlands….and jilted at the altar!’
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