Son, go fetch the rifle now
I think there′s something in the yard
I can see the herd is getting rattledAnd the dogs are on their guard
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Well, we came to make a home here
But there's something in the trees
We bolt the door, chain the gate, secure the homestead
But it′s never gonna leave
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The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now
The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now
The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now
The wolf is at the door somehow
The culling of the herd is now
Hey, did you curse this place?
Did you fall to earth to cull a herd?
Strange gods above the earth
These are things you just won't believe
In the shackles of the night
There are lights up in the sky
Scratching at the doors
They are coming through the walls
Twenty feet above the ground
They move without a sound
Among the garbage cans
A curse upon the land
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