Lyrics
[Intro] Mud on our claws, moon in our teeth
We wake when the fog rolls under the leaves
You hear one branch crack, then the whole wood breathes
This ain’t your mountain, boy, this ours beneath
[Chorus] We own the holler where the pine trees bend
Red eyes glowing where the gravel road ends
Mud rap crawling with a creek-bed sound
Cryptids in the timber when the sun goes down
Moth wings cut through the bridge-light flicker
Big feet stomp where the brush grows thicker
Pale hands tapping on the coal mine line
Don’t whistle first, ’cause we answer in time
[Verse 1] I been here since the ridge had no name
Before your granddad’s granddad laid claim
Before the church bell rang through the rain
Before the railroad carved up the veins
You call me monster when I cross your track
But your kind brought lanterns and never looked back
Built on the bones of the roots we knew
Then act real shocked when the woods watch you
I ain’t hiding, I’m patient
Old as erosion, cold as foundation
I walk where the black creek twists
With a jar full of fireflies lighting my wrists
[Chorus] We own the holler where the pine trees bend
Red eyes glowing where the gravel road ends
Mud rap crawling with a creek-bed sound
Cryptids in the timber when the sun goes down
Moth wings cut through the bridge-light flicker
Big feet stomp where the brush grows thicker
Pale hands tapping on the coal mine line
Don’t whistle first, ’cause we answer in time
[Verse 2] I’m the shape by the sawmill, tall in the mist
The old split shadow your camera missed
I’m the knock on the wall when the storm gets thick
Three slow hits from a long bone stick
I’m the voice in the culvert, soft and wrong
Singing your name in a borrowed song
Not to hurt you, just to see
If your fear tastes stronger than your curiosity
Mothman high on the bridge light wire
Watching bad omens spark like fire
Bigfoot lives where the blackberries grow
Leaving one print, just so you know
[Bridge] Coal dust, creek rust, root rot throne
We made kingdoms out of moss and stone
You bring flashlights, we bring night
You bring stories, we bring sight
Floorboard bass from a cabin shake
Banjo twang when the dead leaves break
Mountain hums in a minor key
Every old road bends back to me
[Breakdown] Stomp, stomp, hear us creep
Through the laurel where your secrets sleep
Scratch on pine, breath on glass
We let you run, then let you pass
Stomp, stomp, creek bank choir
Eyes in the dark like foxfire wire
Mud on the porch, fog in the lane
We don’t fear salt, steel, or flame
[Verse 3] Some of us crawl, some of us fly
Some wear antlers to scrape the sky
Some got wings like a warning sign
Some got teeth made of moonshine shine
But we ain’t just nightmares chewing the dark
We’re old hill legends with a coal-black heart
Keep your trash out the river, your hands off the den
And maybe we won’t tap your window again
Respect the ridge, respect the rain
Respect every shadow you can’t explain
We don’t want crowns, we don’t need fame
Just leave some woods that remember our names
[Final Chorus] We own the holler where the pine trees bend
Red eyes glowing where the gravel road ends
Mud rap crawling with a creek-bed sound
Cryptids in the timber when the sun goes down
Moth wings cut through the bridge-light flicker
Big feet stomp where the brush grows thicker
Pale hands tapping on the coal mine line
Don’t whistle first, ’cause we answer in time
[Outro] Mud on our claws, moon in our teeth
We sleep where the old roots twist underneath
You tell your tale when you make it back
We grin from the timber and fade to black