He who walks behind the rows
Surveys them by moonlight
Sacrificed robbed of life
A ritual in the fields
Demonic entity
Worshiped by the youth
As night falls his voice calls
His red eyes pierce the truth

In darkness
They come
Demonic cult worship
Children of the corn

Amongst the corn a clearing stands
Filled with trophies of the damned
Sacrificed and crucified
To please the whim of the covenant man
The secrets kept in human hearts
Are visible to his stare
Behind the rows, the evil grows
Breeding chaos and despair - yeah