Long shadowed trees like columns towering dark
Strange ancient calls like loon so distorted
Soaring, screaming, above the trees a lark
In a trance so sad and o’ so contorted
All around, o strange sounds are an echo
Of a beast so ancient, so strange, so vast
There, on a tree, a small tiny gecko
Echos the roar of no mercy, alas
All around, when terrible darkness falls
One step closer to thou bloody demise
ONce in a decade, the ancient one calls
A distant lullaby that thee despise
FInally we run, but it just follows
Hide behind boulder, Once in the wallows
