Girard - The Gobbler's Revenge Lyrics

The Gobbler's Revenge
A Dark Song

Verse 1
In the still of the night, when the fires burn low,
There's a creature stirring where the cold winds blow.
Feathers stained red, eyes burning with hate,
The Gobbler's come, and it's far too late.
You carved your feast, you took their lives,
Now you'll feel the blade of a bird that survives.
Silent footsteps, through the barnyard gate,
The Gobbler's here to seal your fate.

Chorus
Run, run, but you can't hide,
The Gobbler's coming with death in its stride.
Feathers sharp as the edge of a knife,
It's hunting you down, you took its life.
Revenge is served, cold as the night,
The Gobbler's here to make things right.

Verse 2
You laughed at the feast, raised a toast in cheer,
But the Gobbler's vengeance is drawing near.
It remembers the screams, the blood on the floor,
The cries of its kin you'll hear once more.
You think you're safe by the firelight's glow,
But its shadow looms where you dare not go.
A sharpened beak,( talons of steel,)
Now you'll know just how it feels.

Chorus
Run, run, but you can't hide,
The Gobbler's coming with death in its stride.
Feathers sharp as the edge of a knife,
It's hunting you down, you took its life.
Revenge is served,( cold as the night,)
The Gobbler's here to make things right.

Bridge

The bones you broke, the lives you took,
The Gobbler's wrath, you overlooked.
Its rage is burning, deep inside,
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
You'll hear its call,( its haunting cry,)
A ghostly gobble as you die...

Chorus
Run, run, but you can't hide,
The Gobbler's coming with death in its stride.
Feathers sharp as the edge of a knife,
It's hunting you down, you took its life.
Revenge is served,( cold as the night,)
The Gobbler's here to make things right.

Outro
In the dark of night, it stalks its prey,
A feast of fear on Thanksgiving Day.
The Gobbler's revenge, swift and cruel,
Now you're the one who's played the fool.
So say your prayers and close your eyes,
(The Gobbler's come )it's your time to die.