OtterValley - 1, 2, 3, The Otters are Coming Lyrics

One
Two
Three
The Otters are coming
Fog hangs heavy in the valley, moon is a bloodshot eye
Whispers rustle through the trees, a lullaby, or a lie?
Children vanish in the night, no trace, no sound, no scream
Just a chilling rhyme that echoes, a haunting, hollow dream
One, two, three, The Otters are coming
For you, for me, no place left for running
Claws in the dark, eyes glowing ember bright
One, two, three, The Otters takes you tonight
The river flows with crimson red, the water thick and slow
Reflecting shadows, twisted shapes, of things we cannot know
A figure glides beneath the bridge, a smile, both cold and sly
He beckons you to join him, in the depths where secrets lie
One, two, three, The Otters are coming
For you, for me, no place left for running
Claws in the dark, eyes glowing ember bright
One, two, three, The Otters takes you tonight
Don't you hear the otters cry? A mournful, chilling sound
They weep for those who've lost their way, forever underground
The valley's heart is dark and cold, a hunger never filled
With every soul it claims as its own, its wicked thirst is stilled
One, two, three, The Otters are coming
For you, for me, no place left for running
Claws in the dark, eyes glowing ember bright
One, two, three, The Otters takes you tonight
One, two, three...
The Otters...
Are coming for you...
One, two, three...