Holes by Erich Zann Lyrics

Under layers of glaciers it lies:
This ancient thing that will come for
Me, once woken from its frozen slumber
It knows the foreordained sign
It feels its sharpness thawing
It feels an old need for holes

The tug at the base of my neck
The heavy footfall on the stair after I shut the light
The shape at the foot of my bed:
A colt, a hawk, a hare, a stag, a dog that walks upright
But there will be no screaming hordes
No monster movie stampede
We turn with slack jaws to the north
We see the ice buckle, rise
We see the hard gray breaching
We see those long arms reach for holes

With tendrils, with teeth
With talons, with beaks
Oh so lovely you reaching for me
And when your jaws close then
I'll know that I am home