Hunter of the Night: Ballad of the Mothman - Rock music (AI)

(Verse 1)
In the woody forests of the eastern night,
Lurks a shadow, a creature of fright.
With a wingspan that stretches eight feet wide,
And hair that bristles, nowhere to hide.
(Chorus)
Mothman, Mothman, hunter of the night,
Ancient as the forest, a terror in flight.
He hunts for sport, a thrill in the chase,
Loves the taste of flesh, leaves no trace.
(Verse 2)
His eyes glow red in the moon's cold gleam,
Silent as a whisper, swift as a dream.
From the shadows he watches, waits for the thrill,
A predator born for the hunt, born for the kill.
(Chorus)
Mothman, Mothman, hunter of the night,
Ancient as the forest, a terror in flight.
He hunts for sport, a thrill in the chase,
Loves the taste of flesh, leaves no trace.
(Bridge)
Legends tell of his ancient rage,
A monster unleashed from another age.
In the heart of the woods, he makes his stand,
A nightmare walking on the cursed land.
(Verse 3)
Hear the rustle of wings in the dead of night,
Feel the terror that grips, the primal fright.
For when the Mothman takes to the sky,
Pray he passes you by, pray he passes you by.
(Chorus)
Mothman, Mothman, hunter of the night,
Ancient as the forest, a terror in flight.
He hunts for sport, a thrill in the chase,
Loves the taste of flesh, leaves no trace.
(Outro)
So beware the woods when the moon is high,
For the Mothman hunts, and he's hungry tonight.
An ancient terror with a deadly might,
In the dark, he reigns, the king of fright.

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