Letras
They say don't cross the trestle when the sky turns gray
But curious hearts go climbing anyway
Where the train winds slow through the Pope Lick bend
There's a shadow in the steel that calls you in
He walks like a man but with cloven feet
Eyes burnin' red in the summer heat
Half beast half curse with a hypnotic call-
One wrong step and down you fall
He's the Goatman of the Trestle with horns sharp and wide
Lurking in the silence where the restless spirits hide
You'll hear him in your heartbeat feel him in the rail-
One flash of that lantern and you're doomed to fail
Some say it's a ghost or a tale to scare
But the bones in the creek bed say beware
He mimics voices of the ones you love
Then watches from the steel like a god above
He's the Goatman of the Trestle where the fog rolls thin
And the whistle of the freight train is the devil's grin
You'll climb for a thrill but he'll smile as you fall-
No mercy no warning no chance at all
Legends don't die in these hills and creeks
They wait by the rust where the rail line creaks
And if you climb to find what the stories mean
You'll meet more than just a train unseen
He's the Goatman of the Trestle and the steel's his stage
A beast of bone and sorrow bound by hate and rage
So heed the old signs don't test your fate-
Or you'll find yourself on a path too late