27 April 2012
When the stars align, And the churchbells chime, She'll run back with her red hair flowing, Fighting against the wind that's blowing, To escape the monsters that creep along the moor.
The moon won't light her way, She'll wished that she'd stayed, Stormclouds will gather,as she crawls through the heather To get back to her mothers side.
She's wet to the bone, They won't leave her alone, The monsters on the moor, Please, can't you see? Help her off the floor, Carry her back, limping, a hand over your shoulder, Please, for gods sake, hold her, just hold her..
Monsters On The Moor • Opuss № I