The Watcher's Skies

Shadows stretch beneath the moon's soft light Bracing for the creatures' silent flight Eyes aglow, the fiend's near (so near) Kevin's bleat, a call that Lags must hear [Pre-Chorus] With pitchfork in hand, at the ready he stands The protectors of pastures, the beasts he commands In fields untamed (so wild) Lags stands brave, his pulse does race The cryptids creep where cornstalks weave But Lags won't leave his Kevin's side (his goat) [Chorus] Oh... Lags, the guardian so bold Oh... with courage, the tales foretold Moonlit fog, it swirls and twirls so high Fearless heart, under the watcher's sky Whispers of the wind call out (they call) To Lags, whose name the creatures shout [Pre-Chorus] His lantern's glow, a beacon in the night To fend off shadows, to hold the cryptids tight