The Burning

A practical joke gone horribly wrong
Burned Cropsy to a crisp and then some
Hospitalised, biding this time
He’s back with a hedge trimmer to grind
Back at the camp, it’s fright night
Lurking in the woods near the old campsite
Happy young campers soon to be dead
Ripe for the slaughter that lies ahead
Don’t look, he’ll see you
Don’t breathe, he’ll hear you
The Burning
When the shears swing the fingers go
Stab one in the throat and watch the blood flow
Split another skull and the brains pour out
Armed with an axe, make them shout
A flamethrower used in the final attack
But this time he’ll loose, a revenge setback
Nailed by an axe, it’s understood
Now Cropsy will burn, and burn for good
Don’t look, he’ll see you
Don’t breathe, he’ll hear you
The Burning
Cropsy’s back for revenge
All dressed in black
It’s not just a tale
This legend is real
Should have never come out here
Your end is near
Gather round the campfire if you want to die!
Don’t look, he’ll see you
Don’t breathe, he’ll hear you
Don’t move, you’re dead!
Don’t…
The Burning