Wild Yaks - Father lyrics

My father Belonged to an illicit organization He tried to raise up A host of nasty children To pull his sled In a race invented By demons My father Was gunned down by a man of the law He never got his Chance to test us In the cruelest race that Hell ever saw My father's ghost Visits me every night He never says a word Just stares at me with His hateful and hungry eyes While his hand curls into a claw