[Intro – Wolves Howling + Swamp Water]
[Branches snapping in darkness]
Don’t wander the bayou after midnight.
[Heavy breathing enters slowly]
Especially when the moon full.
‘Cause down here…
some curses got teeth.
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[Verse 1]
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Moon hung low over black marsh grass,
Night so still it felt cursed to pass.
Cypress trees bent like praying hands,
Fog rolled thick across the land.
Old Cajun grandmamas warned us young,
“Mind your sins when the day is done.”
‘Cause the Rougaroux roam where the lost souls be,
Half-man shadow through the trees.
Red eyes glow near the riverbank mud,
Teeth sharp white underneath the flood.
Whole swamp hold its breath when he near,
Even the gators disappear.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Drums]
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Rougaroux…
Callin’ through the night…
Hungry for the souls that lost they light.
Rougaroux…
Bayou curse…
Pain turn beast when the wounds get worse.
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[Verse 2]
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Some say preacher.
Some say man.
Some say sorrow shaped his hands.
Others swear he once loved deep,
Till heartbreak stole his sleep.
That’s how monsters born down South—
Not from magic…
from pain dragged out.
From fathers passin’ rage through blood,
From drownin’ hearts beneath the flood.
And maybe that’s why his howl sound strange,
Less like evil…
more like pain.
Like some spirit trapped halfway
Between survival and decay.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Choir]
Every Southern family got a curse.
Some drink it.
Some bury it.
Some become it.
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Black moon rise over cypress knees…
Lord don’t let that beast be me.
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[Verse 3]
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One night I saw him through the rain,
Tall as grief beside the cane.
Golden eyes locked onto mine,
Like he recognized my bloodline.
And for one second deep inside—
I swear the beast and me aligned.
Like every hurt I never healed
Finally stepped out in the field.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
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Rougaroux…
Still roam free…
Through Louisiana memory.
Rougaroux…
Hear that cry…
The wounded soul never truly die.
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[Outro – Howl + Thunder]
[Heavy footsteps fade into swamp water]
The scariest part about the Rougaroux…
is realizin’…
he might’ve been human first.
