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!