On the edge of town, where the shadows creep, There's a farmer guardin’ secrets deep. His eyes hold stories he won't tell, Of lonely nights and a hidden spell. At the Crimson Dawn, when the light’s torn away, He fights the beast that wants to stray. Underneath that rugged frame, Burns a hunger he can’t tame. A gentle hand, a wary gaze, But keep your step—don’t meet his ways. For when the rooster calls the morn’, His soul’s reborn, and you’ve been warned. At the Crimson Dawn, when the light’s torn away, He fights the beast that wants to stray. Underneath that rugged frame, Burns a hunger he can’t tame. So heed his words and step aside, Behind the walls, it’s safe to hide. The moon’s a fickle, watchful eye, And he’s a danger when it’s high. In the quiet fields, a man does yearn, For peace and love without a turn. But dawn is coming, he must refrain, The monster wakes at day’s first stain. “Stay away, wait ‘til night, Or face the beast who’ll claw and bite.”