From the swamp where the deadwood sways
He rose beneath the moonless haze
Iron feathers, crooked sky
Watcher with ten thousand eyes
Engines choke beneath his stare
Ancient rot infects the air
Children wake in splintered light
To rust-red wings above midnight
Hear the sirens drown in fog
Hear the river swallow gods
No salvation, no escape
Only footprints carved by fate
Mothman, herald of the end
Winged phantom, carrion friend
Mothman, crowned in lunar fire
Circling slow through death’s black choir
Through the smoke and shattered glass
He has seen all living pass
Mothman, rise beyond the dawn
When Silver Bridge is dead and gone
Silver eyes like fallen stars
Scar the flesh and split the heart
Every heartbeat counts the cost
Every path is bound in frost
Over rooftops bleak and pale
He devours what will fail
Messenger of hollow skies
Truth decays in cattle eyes
Hear the choir fashioned from crows
Sing of ruin that he sows
Kneel beneath the omen’s cry
Watch the vault of heaven die
Mothman, herald of the end
Winged phantom, carrion friend
Mothman, crowned in lunar fire
Circling slow through death’s black choir
Through the smoke and shattered glass
He has seen all living pass
Mothman, rise beyond the dawn
When Silver Bridge is dead and gone
Red eyes burn in rearview glass
Closer now through marsh and ash
Rust and marrow, wire and screams
He tears apart the seams of dreams
No escape from what was written
In the claws of things forbidden
Watcher of ruin, speaker of fear
I see your shadow — you are here
Wings of winter dark the sun
When he descends, it has begun
Mothman, harbinger unknown
He walks through wastes of blood and bone
Mothman, ancient as the void
In his wake all stars destroyed
From Point Pleasant to the grave
No heart too hard, no soul too brave
Mothman, take us in your storm
And keep us in your dreadful form
Two red stars dissolve in black
The willows bend but won’t turn back