Herd Culling کے بول

Son, go fetch the rifle now I think there's something in the yard I can see the herd is getting rattled And the dogs are on their guard Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar We came to make a home here But there's something in the trees We bolt the door, chained the gates, secured the homestead But it's never gonna leave The wolf is at the door somehow The culling of the herd is now Hey! Did you curse this place? Did you fall to earth To cull the herd? Strange gods above the earth These things you just won't believe Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar In the shackles of the night There are lights up in the sky Scratching at the doors They are coming through the walls Twenty feet above the ground They move without a sound Among the garbage cans A curse upon the land Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar