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In the forest of Northern Maine

There lives such a creature

To disturb the night, To become the wilderness

Is its only reason for existence

I think you know what I mean

He stalks the night

The only living creature who has

Such things to say of pain and of loneliness

The only one of his kind

The Moosataur

The night is his only love

The Moosataur

he has no children for to live on his name

The Moosataur

In Northern Maine and parts of Canada

The Moosataur

Such things in store, He lives beyond the grave

The Moosataur

His children call his name from beyond the grave

The Moosataur

A slave to the darkness, feeding on your blood

The Moosataur

Like the bark of the trees

Through his antlers feels the breeze

The Wolf, The Mountain Lion

All heed his call

None shall face the Moosataur

He stalks the night

Lonely in his grave

He's coming back for vengeance upon

The loggers of the north.

Destroyer of the woods

He fights for his homeland and he shall prevail

for he is the last of his kind

The Moosataur

The Moosataur

woooooo