Mothman ft. Michael Ivins Lyrics

They saw the thing shambling on the ground

Near bunkers and burial mounds

Glimpsed its bright red eyes

Wings outstretched, it shot into the sky

They stepped on the gas, pursued in the night

By a cryptic specter in silent flight

A buzz in the air and a chill in their bones

The thing was gone and left them alone

In the next-day newspapers, Mothman

In the next-century statues, Mothman

In the next-day newspapers, Mothman

In the next-century statues, Mothman

In the next-day newspapers, Mothman

In the next-century statues, Mothman

In the next-day newspapers, Mothman

In the next-century statues, Mothman