There's a scarecrow standing out in the field. The sun is what's it's shield. He watches the crops grow slowly over the line. But don't worry he won't show the shrine. Not once.... Not twice.... Definitely not thwice....
He requires a sacrifice. But he won't be nice. He'll take the offering. The sounds of him will be moving. You can not doubt. You can not shout. You can not pout. All you can do now is to get out.
The ash will snow. Thou shall not go. "A crow, a crow." Said the old woman. Her blood is what's at best pooling. As dies. She begins to show her cries. Her blood is red. She is now..... Dead. Dead. DEAD!!!
Scarecrow, scarecrow standing in the middle of the night. It is no end in sight. He will bite. If you choose to put up a fight. Your body clenches tight. As he squeezes you dead with no shown height.
Death to all. He shall fall. No one makes the call. Pay for the sins. Because nobody wins.
Deliverance from an Evil. Help from no one. Mercy for nobody. The ritual has begun. As soon as the dying son.
There's a scarecrow standing out in the field. The full moon is what's it's shield. Watching the crops grow slowly over the line. But don't worry now he'll show the shrine. Not once.... Not twice.... Definitely not thwice....
"A crow, a crow!" Said the child. That same child let out his cries. As he dies. His blood is red. And soon he he's fallen.... Dead. Dead. DEAD!!!
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Definitely not thwice.... Not twice.... Not once.... Now he shows you the shrine. He watches the people go over the line. With his long skinny branch like fingers. He will take you. He will kill you. And you'll become part of him. You must say never. Or else you'll end up.... Dead. Dead. DEAD!!! Just like his many victims. The life from your body fades and dims. Sweet dreams. He screams. Pain. Pain. PAIN!!!
