My condemned little cabin alone in the woods I rock in my chair on the porch The boards creak uneasily underfoot And I know something moves In the trees to the North I grip a tin cup in my calloused hands The smell of the whiskey singes the air I grimace at what I feel on the wind As the dark forest calls me near What evil is out there in this lonesome, wild place? What sort of evil prowls my way? The mountain wind calls me with eager excitement To giddy abandon under the stars My hands grow lithe, I pulse with new life A low earthy growl escapes my jaws Laughing like the river A vile, accursed beast Cracking bones like tossed rune stones I delight in my disastrous feast What evil is here in these lonesome wilds? By what ruthless hunger am I transformed? The Moon howls through me You will come to me Shed your name and be reborn What evil is out there in this lonesome, wild place? What evil is here that I must face? What evil is here that I must face?