| Song | Foxbeard |
| Artist | Run River North |
| Album | Run River North |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I knew a man who found a forrest overseas, | |
| he grew his beard like the grounds bears trees. | |
| callous his hands his heart bled dry, | |
| he kept the fire in the clutch of his eyes. | |
| Painted with a dark stroke dirty on the canvas, | |
| creation was holy, we chose it against it. | |
| The Devil he's evil no need to proclaim, | |
| it's the choices we make that bring glory to his name, | |
| Glory to his name! |