A forgotten, almost sacred hole
Lies in the shadow of the bramble knoll,
Into the foggy night we stole,
Down, down into McGregor's Grotto.
We crossed the steadily flowing brook,
With fear and trepidation shook,
And into the gaping maw we looked,
Down, down into McGregor's Grotto.
The icy cavern was eerily sublime
Covered in mud and moss and slime,
Over the scaly rocks we climbed,
Down, down into McGregor's Grotto.
My eye into the darkness strains
When frigid air seeped to our brains,
And blood ceased flowing through our veins,
Down, down in McGregor's Grotto.
Bursting out, we took our flight
Escaping from the horrid fright
Of what we saw that autumn night,
Down, down in McGregor's Grotto.
We swore to never bring to mind
The thought of what was left behind,
Down, down in McGregor's Grotto.
Down, down in McGregor's Grotto.