| Song | There's Talk Of Strange Folk Abroad |
| Artist | Texas in July |
| Album | Salt Of The Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The hooded scoundrels await their death. | |
| We are of those chosen few. | |
| They bare the marks of the sin. | |
| They're nothing like us but they try to destroy our trust. | |
| Their books and chants will harm none | |
| For we will stand strong, in the pit of the night. | |
| For the arbolist is growing weak, and the servants die off. | |
| The time has come when there's no one left to hold your hand. | |
| Stand your ground. | |
| There is talk of strange folk aboard. |