Now it's October five o three
You still have a choice
To pack up your shit and leave
Do you hear their voice

Rarely these woods are safe
In this time anyway
You worship this evil place
Shit

Now it's October five o three
You don't stand a chance
Was all this for good and green
Her terrified glance
The beast is here, death is near
Grizzly man stands again
She will hear cries of fear
Shit

To them
You feel the teeth in your chest
No time to breathe or to rest
Another bite is tearing up your neck
Warm blood gushing from your head
Record this when he cries
Record this when he dies