In Shadow Of The Scarecrow

wicked rode the wind

the day the crows circled the cornfield

out where shadows bend

and evil deeds have been concealed

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but no one knew how far

the devil vowed that he would go to

as he lit his old cigar

and chanted underneath the moon

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they'd hung him as a warning

to prevent man's sinful misdeeds

but there came a conjuring

among the thistles and the weeds

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the ravens ate the flesh

leaving him room to sew the patches

his jaw sewn shut and fists were clenched

as he stuffed dried leaves and branches

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to hold the skin and bones in place

he put a bag over his head

he cut two holes to make a face

and tied it tight around his neck

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with the holy oil he called his name

and raised him from the dead

to seal the deal he lit a flame

and this is what he said

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"in the shadow of the scarecrow

lie the secrets of the deep

the ravens and crows know

what evil sow's', hell comes to reap"

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"one night a year at midnight

when the holy take a rest

he will shed his stake in moonlight

and hunt for his pound of flesh"

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no soul will be protected

and no household can ward off

when evil is resurrected

until the sun breaks through the fog"

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"October thirty first

the day the dead retaliate

finally quenching death's endless thirst

crawling out of shallow graves"

"daylight holds the promise

if you make it out alive