Born to howls and tears, surrounded by spears
The people, gripped with fear, beheld him
He had the eyes of a rat and the wings of a bat
"So what you think about that?" he asked them
And soon came the day they came to send him away
They said he could not stay among them
His existence was wrong he'd terrorized them too long
200 Villagers strong upon him
The noctuus smiled, and drew back his hood
Flames erupted from the ground where he stood
They tried to run but none of them could
The noctuus! The noctuus!
Babes were pulled screaming out of their beds
While the villagers pleaded and begged
Morning came and the village was dead
The noctuus! The noctuus!