Beware of the Flying Head, Haudenosaunee Kanontsistóntie Legend

A song about the Iroquois' Flying Head (Haudenosaunee Kanontsistóntie) an Indigenous/Native American Mythical Monster found in Upstate New York in the Adirondack Mountains around Sacandaga Lake in Hamilton County and other regions.

Song: Beware of the Flying Head
Lyrics: Aaron J. Weaver
Music: AI

(verse1)
During an ancient time,
A forgotten tribe did a crime,
While starving in a frozen land.

The youngers wanted to leave,
The elders ignored the grieve,
Said it was out of their hands.

One Younger then stood up,
And said that is enough,
Then killed an elder in the head.

The youngers soon did follow,
Their actions made the place hollow,
Soon all the elders were dead.

(chorus)
Beware of the flying head,
You can't escape the undead,
Try to hide and run,
But justice will soon come.

You can try and get away,
But escape judgment day,
This nightmare you shall dread,
Beware of the flying head.

(verse2)
They threw the bodies in the fire,
Tied the elders' heads together,
Then sank them in Sacandaga Lake.

The young leader started to sink,
Caught by that were all linked,
The scared others realized their mistake.

What then came from that watery grave,
Caused even the bravest to become afraid,
A head that was bigger than a man.

With wings stretched like a bat's,
To the tribe it flew and attack,
Every direction people did ran.

(chorus)
Beware of the flying head,
You can't escape the undead,
Try to hide and run,
But justice will soon come.

You can try and get away,
But escape judgment day,
This nightmare you shall dread,
Beware of the flying head.

(verse3)
On the land where blood was spilt,
Three hotels on that hill were built,
A short life the curse did them bring.

It's said that some folks do fear,
That the head comes every year,
During the equinox in the spring.

If you camp at Moffitt Beach,
Around the fire this tale do teach,
And warn of this monster of old,

If at night you hear the sound,
It's not a loon swimming around,
But the creature that you were told.

(chorus)
Beware of the flying head,
You can't escape the undead,
Try to hide and run,
But justice will soon come.

You can try and get away,
But escape judgment day,
This nightmare you shall dread,
Beware of the flying head.

You can try and get away,
But escape judgment day,
This nightmare you shall dread,

Beware of the flying head.

Beware of the flying head.