Girl of Legend

The fog rolls in
A blinding steam
Still, I see them coming
One vicious stream

I know their scorn
I catch their eyes
Fresh hate is born in violent sighs

But aren't they fools?
Unmoving like my lighthouse
When gales blow
How I've dreamed that they would
Just go
(Just go.)

'Cause I'm the girl who sends the nightmares
I'm the girl who kills the sheep
I'm the girl who cracks the thunder
I'm under the bed-frame when they sleep
All their children damn my name
For if it's wicked, l'm to blame
But I'm not a girl
I'm a legend

"Clack, clack, clack goes the motor!
Clack, clack, clack goes the bow!
Ship done sank, with their kids to thank
Ain't the Clack folk all dead now!"

They laugh and shout
They kick their stones
The vicious murmur
Crawls through my bones
And yet, I feed
On all their spite
Like rodents bleed by the owl at night
For they're the blight
Unwavering like my lighthouse
Amidst the sky
How I've dreamed that they would all just... die

'Cause I'm the rot that spoiled the harvest
I'm the blaze that burned the shed
I'm the rain that fell all season
The reason your sickly sister's dead
The tales they tell may be untrue
But that's what frightened folk will do
When you're not a girl
You're a legend

Killer
Creep
Wretched
Monster
(Killer) Why won't she
(Creep) do something?
(Wretched) You know she
(Monster) just loves it!
(Killer) Why not go?
(Creep) Can't she see
(Wretched) You and I
(Monster) won't leave her alone?
(Killer) Why won't she
(Creep) do something?
(Wretched) You know she
(Monster) just loves it!
(Killer) Why not go?
(Creep) Can't she see
(Wretched) You and I
(Monster) won't leave her alone?

Poor, poor people
Doing just as sheep will
How l've dreamed that they would all just
Feel something
See someone
Someday
Some night!

But I'm the
Girl who sends the nightmares
I'm the girl who kills the sheep
She's the girl who cracks the thunder
She's under the bed-frame when we sleep
Tell the children: damn her name—
—For if it's wicked, she's to blame!

But she's not a girl
She's not a girl
No, I'm not a girl
I'm the—

Rot that spoiled the harvest
She's the blaze that burned the shed
She's (l'm) the rain that fell all season
The reason your sickly sister's dead

So, curse these folk who haven't a heart
May all their plans be torn apart!
So says the girl
No!
Says the legend
Of Widow Clack
Widow Clack!
Monster!
Legend!