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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