In the forest of Northern Maine
There lives such a creature
To disturb the night, To become the wilderness
Is its only reason for existence
I think you know what I mean
He stalks the night
The only living creature who has
Such things to say of pain and of loneliness
The only one of his kind
The Moosataur
The night is his only love
The Moosataur
he has no children for to live on his name
The Moosataur
In Northern Maine and parts of Canada
The Moosataur
Such things in store, He lives beyond the grave
The Moosataur
His children call his name from beyond the grave
The Moosataur
A slave to the darkness, feeding on your blood
The Moosataur
Like the bark of the trees
Through his antlers feels the breeze
The Wolf, The Mountain Lion
All heed his call
None shall face the Moosataur
He stalks the night
Lonely in his grave
He's coming back for vengeance upon
The loggers of the north.
Destroyer of the woods
He fights for his homeland and he shall prevail
for he is the last of his kind
The Moosataur
The Moosataur
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credits
from Moosataur,
released December 12, 2013
John McKusick
Norm Lariviere
Ira Jones
Utterly hypnotic, heavy, and ethereal beyond what I can aptly describe here. It'll take you careening down a kaleidoscopic wormhole of audial bliss. cynothoglys