Once a time when lead afield
And left abandoned to fend
Let a pebble find a way

Weather washed the trail to an end

The young are callow

An easy lure fooled into fantasy
There's no return for the left behind
And not a way from the thick


Tempt is easy when is without one
Becomes unwise to the trick


The young are callow
An easy lure fooled into fantasy


Their tender minds
Take in no discern to the grim of reality


Where do the hungry turn
There's nothing to fall to the feast

On the stray the witches ready
When in convenant of the beast


The young are callow
An easy lure fooled into fantasy


Their tender minds
Take in no discern to the grim of reality


The young are callow
An easy lure fooled into fantasy