He who walks behind the rows
Surveys them by moonlight
Sacrificed, robbed of life
A ritual in the fields
Demonic entity
Worshipped by the youth
As night falls
His voice calls
His red eyes pierce the truth
In darkness
They come
Demonic cult worship
Children of the corn
Amongst the corn, a clearing stands
Filled with trophies of the damned
Sacrificed and crucified
To please the whim of the covenant man
The secrets kept in human hearts
Are visible to his stare
Behind the rows, the evil grows
Breeding chaos and despair
In darkness
They come
Demonic cult worship
Children of the corn
In darkness
They come
Demonic cult worship
In darkness
They come
Demonic cult worship
Children of the corn

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