Legends talk of the evil
Lurking in the corn
Something's wrong with the straw-man
Who looks so forlorn

The blood moon's light will shine
And he'll come to life
(Come to life)
You cut across his field
So you're next in line
Next in line

You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves
He needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole

He's a thing made of work out cloths
And witch's curse
All he needs is to find someone
To quench his thirst

The blood moon's light will shine
And he'll come to life
(Come to life)
You cut across his field
So you're next in line
Next in line

You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves
He needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole

The Cornfield whispers your name
You scream as you start to change
He crumbles to the ground
'Cause you're the Scarecrow now

You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves
He needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole

You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves
He needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole

You should beware the Scarecrow
You are what he craves
He needs
Flesh and bone
You won't escape the Scarecrow
You will take his place
Up there on the pole