Monsters On The Moor (Reprise)

When the stars align
And the churchbells chime
She'll flee with her red hair flowing
Fighting against the wailing wind blowing
To escape the monsters stalking her on the moor.

The moon won't light her way
Her mind will tell her face fate
Brethren will gather as she staggers through the heather
To get back to her lover's side

She'll collapse on the Glen
In the hidden valleys of the highlands
And when she's half-dead
Out of love and not fed
That's when they'll get her, the monsters on the moor.

Her heart, they'll take her heart
Sacrifice it to the gods above
Her brain, they'll take her brain
Eat it, her knowledge feeds their lust

Race to her, help her back limping on your shoulder
Hold her tight, her mind will fight
The monsters on the moor
For the monsters,
They are not there.
The moor,
Does not exist.
The brethren,
Little more than whimseys

The monsters haunt her head
The monsters haunt her bed
Hold her close, prevent her lashings
Hold her close to her bed