| The camp's not safe, not in these woods, but we stoke the fire, burn it bright, keep out the terrors of the night. The camp's not safe, not in these woods, a howl that shivers down the spine, the sound of wolves hunting our kind. The camp's not safe, not in these woods, but twas our mistake, the price will be paid, werewolves, lurk in the woods. Yeah corny but it was kinda meant as a campfire song.. no idea to what rhythm though. |