Skinwalker

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