Mystic Underground The Birds
Night descendsThe birds appear
Hear their calls crying out
No fear
Their search for food brings them hone
Soaring high
Hundreds flock
They're here
I'm running from the birds
No matter where
No matter what I do
I'm haunted by the birds
Across the sea
Through the fields
Their mad parade
They steal the night
They feed
They've come for you
They'll pick your soul
I hear your cries as they break free
They're here
