Opal eyed silver creatures crawl out of hollowed trees
The forest sighs a heavy one, the leaves begin to bleed
In town salt's now in high demand, thresholds must be guarded
By sundown be inside, don't trust the wailing in your garden
Their cries sound like injured kids, mothers start to second guess
But if you step under the stars tonight, your hair will line their nests
A little puddle pools at the base of a cherry tree
You stare at your reflеction, scared of what you see
It's you, but not you really
On the night whеn the veil thins
With fingernails like scalpels, you reach out and pull you in
A women with long inky hair runs panicked through the cherry grove
Footsteps splash into your puddle and seal your fate in the realm below

[Laughing]

Something's coming