## VERSE 1 Gather 'round the table, the china's set with care Candlelight is flickering, shadows everywhere Grandmother is smiling but her eyes are dead and cold There's something in the cornfield, something dark and old The turkey's on the platter, steam rising like a ghost Father carves in silence while Mother makes a toast "To family bonds eternal, to blood that never lies" But I can hear them whispering from fields beneath black skies ## PRE-CHORUS The corn is rustling secrets The walls remember sin They made a deal at harvest time Now IT'S coming in ## CHORUS The feast is cursed, the table's turned Every debt must be repaid What was buried in the autumn ground Is hungry for the price we paid The stalks are bending, something's walking Through the rows toward our door This Thanksgiving we'll discover What our family promised long before ## VERSE 2 Sister's fork is trembling, brother won't meet my gaze Grandfather clock is ticking backward through the days The gravy's turning crimson, the stuffing moves and breathes And footsteps in the cornfield shake the dying leaves Portraits on the wall, their painted eyes all stare Following our movements with a predator's cold glare The recipe was written in a book of skin and bone Seven generations and the harvest's coming home ## PRE-CHORUS The corn is rustling secrets The walls remember sin They made a deal at harvest time Now IT'S coming in ## CHORUS The feast is cursed, the table's turned Every debt must be repaid What was buried in the autumn ground Is hungry for the price we paid The stalks are bending, something's walking Through the rows toward our door This Thanksgiving we'll discover What our family promised long before ## BRIDGE (Slower, building) *In eighteen-ninety-three they called upon the dark* *Promised their descendants for a bountiful harvest mark* *Every seventh generation when November's moon turns red* *The thing that lives between the rows* *Comes to collect the dead* *(Building intensity)* Windows rattling, floorboards cracking Can you hear it BREATHING? Scarecrow's walking, darkness talking NO MORE TIME FOR LEAVING! ## FINAL CHORUS (Heavy, intense) The feast is cursed, the door breaks wide The bargain must be paid in BLOOD What crawled out from the autumn ground Brings famine, rot, and flood The stalks are screaming, IT'S here walking Ancient hunger at our door This Thanksgiving we're the offering Our family's debt is paid in GORE! ## OUTRO The table's set for seven less... The harvest comes... The harvest comes... The harvest comes home. *(Fade out with distant cornfield rustling and inhuman sounds) -
