The Goatman of the Trestle

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