Beyond the strands of barbed wire, amongst the woodland oak,
lay bucks and doe and kids of hair and horn; a healthy trip of goats.
So unaware that danger lurks nearby; so tragic and so close.
Beware elusive legends who choose to stay unknown.
Who live to eat the flesh and drink the blood of unsuspecting goats.
And by the time the moon traversed the sky the woodland floor was soaked.
released December 31, 2013
Lowell Thomas: Lyrics, Vocals, Bass
Josh Andrews: Guitar
Zach Sorenson: Drums
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