Trueyjeans wat im rockin

Im the groke from the woods long 4gotten

Bury u wit the tulips in tha Gardenn

Catch The groke steady movinn thru the darkness

Ghost Like , hill Shaped , cold staring eyes

Wide row of shiny Teeth movin thru the nightt

See the groke u won't make it 2 the sunrise

Run as fast as U can but u can't hide

Vengeance Of the bones keepr of tha light house

See The groke Lurkin corners till its light out

On the wet shore Rattles the 4gotten bones

See the groke steady lurkin by ur tombstone

Moominvalley where u stand cold

Gun u down with the rifle by the mantle

Dance around On ur grave with the candles

N we Chant while we dance languages of old