The Being 歌词

The somber glow of autumn kissed the sky And bled upon the fading green hillsides The children tended dreams of innocence That heaven blazed upon fiery descent. Surviving lights that led them to the site Submitted to immortal will of night. The warmth had fled from curiosity. And chilled the air with presence of the being. Was it a star born visitor Or just imagination? Was it a trick of misplaced light? Or an interplanetary visitation? Was it mass hysteria That felt the being glide Across the heart of flatwoods’ darkest night? Seared into the hills his scars have left no explanation. As quick as stardust fell then drifted to another destination. A monster in the mist or a ship lost from formation? Regardless left a legend with duration. Was it a star born visitor Or just the imagination? Was it a trick of misplaced light? Or an interplanetary visitation? Was it warfare in the skies That brought down half his tribe Across the heart of flatwoods’ darkest night? (Darkest night) Across the heart of flatwoods’ darkest night. (Darkest night) Across the heart of flatwoods’ darkest…..night.