In the nightly dark it rises A spirit born of wicked lies Wrapped in spells so vile The shadowed world begins to rise Metamorphosis, black magic grows Trading faces, life for life The harvest shall begin Feeding on your fear and strife Devouring from within Transformation, mutation A face no soul could ever know A mystery bound to the ancient tale Spoken since the first man’s woe Twisted visions, minds deceived Seeing what should not be seen Hiding beneath a borrowed mask Where no freedom dares to gleam Immortal beings in possession Bound in bodies not their own Sorcerers, dark magicians Where fear ignites their throne Behold the great impostors Skinwalkers, set to take control Thirsty bodies, lying mouths Voices without a soul Before your eyes, they stand so near Deceiving you, feeding fear Bringing sickness, death, decay Spreading terror where they stray They watch you close, they want to speak Knocking at doors for you to peek They rule your mind, they make you pray They crave your soul to steal away Immortal beings in possession Bound in bodies not their own Sorcerers, dark magicians Where fear ignites their throne Behold the great impostors Skinwalkers, set to take control Thirsty bodies, lying mouths Voices without a soul They are the witches, corrupted by night Where light can never reign And hatred shall be crowned As the darkness comes again Immortal beings in possession Bound in bodies not their own Sorcerers, dark magicians Where fear ignites their throne Behold the great impostors Skinwalkers, set to take control Thirsty bodies, lying mouths Voices without a soul