C.O.T.C.

Walking on pine

Deep in the woods

The creature of the cove

Searching to find

A similar foot

Now enters the unknown

Scars on his back

Far from his throat

Protected by his fears

Ear to the crack

Of the old hollowed oak

At night he hears

Ooo, ooo, ooooo, ooo.

Ooo, ooo, ooooo, ooo.

Sun takes the sky

And wakes up the land

The creature's on the run

Smoke in his eyes

And ash on his hands

Can't take back what he's done

All that remains

Are embers of gold

Where once the old oak lied

He's gone away

And the trail is so cold

At night he cries

Ooo, ooo, ooooo, ooo.

Ooo, ooo, ooooo, ooo.