Lyrics
[Verse]
I knew an old man deep in the trees
Lived on shadows and whispered pleas
Spider cricket soup on a wooden spoon
Frog legs sizzled by the light of the moon
[Verse 2]
His cabin leaned like a tired ghost
Stories echoed like a haunted host
With jars of bones and a rusted blade
He brewed his supper in the forest's shade
[Chorus]
Spider cricket soup and frog legs fried
A taste of the wild where secrets hide
He sang to the night with a gravelly croon
His feast was strange under the hunter’s moon
[Verse 3]
His boots were worn like the forest floor
Every creak of his step was a tale of lore
A flask of fire in his calloused grip
He'd drink to the stars with a wicked sip
[Bridge]
The wolves howled low they knew his name
The man in the woods who played no game
His laugh was rough like a saw on pine
A recipe lost to the hands of time
[Chorus]
Spider cricket soup and frog legs fried
A taste of the wild where secrets hide
He sang to the night with a gravelly croon
His feast was strange under the hunter’s moon
Style
backwoodsmale vocalsacousticdark
Prompt
I knew an old man back in the woods
Who ate spider cricket soup and frog legs
Dark. Vocals backwoods
Credits
Prompt by
Kevin_Carnett_753
Kevin_Carnett_753GeneratedJun 16, 2025
ModelAria v4
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