Hunter's Moon - Song (Dark Wave / Funeral Doom)

Описание: This song tells about the full moon before Halloween when monsters emerge for the hunt. Harrison breaks free from the barn, joined by other transformed townspeople - Mr. Grey with tentacles, Mrs. Palmer with claws. The town splits between heroes and monsters as chaos erupts under the hunter's moon.

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📃 Track lyrics:
Keys in the dirt. Locks on the floor. Someone chose the night.

Barn door splits — Harrison's breath, a broken prayer of teeth;
iron remembers how to fail, the hinges scream beneath.
Sirens sleep. The cornfield stares. The road forgets to shine;
footsteps multiply like wolves that learned the county line.

Who opened cages, named the hunt, and bartered mercy's room?
Answer with your breathing now —
I hear it in the gloom.

Under the hunter's moon — we run or we become;
choose what you carry through — the truth, the knife, the drum.
Under the hunter's moon — the lines are bleeding, numb;
run if you mean to live — or stay and be the sum.

Mr. Grey unfolds his hate — black ribbons, grasping reeds;
Mrs. Palmer's hands grow glass — her jealousy now feeds.
Harrison hunts for Emma's name — a scar he wants to keep;
children hide inside the pews — the organ learns to weep.

Heroes hold the street like seams — Walter's shield and steel;
Jake the wolf keeps count of doors,
Thomas will not kneel.

Left: "Bar the nave!"
Right: "Guard the young!"
Left: "Name the brave!"
Right: "Hold your tongue!"

If we are what we hide,
who hunts whom tonight?
If monsters wear our faces,
who deserves the light?
Say it.

Under the hunter's moon — we run or we become;
the vows we faked for years
break open, beat the drum.
Under the hunter's moon — no borrowed alibis;
we choose the truth that cuts,
or wear a borrowed guise.
Under the hunter's moon — the hunt is in our lungs;
we either hold the line,
or join the howling tongues.

Emma — keep your door.
Walter — raise your shield.
Jake — count them home.
I'll keep the field.

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