The Skinwalker

Native blood ran red here centuries ago And though the people gone, other things remain Black magic born from the earth And if you see them you’re taken You can’t run, you can’t hide They can always find you Animal or man or something in between They remain in the lands they’ve always been in Powerful and primeval, with their terrible eyes Shapeshifting killers lurking out there in the dark Waiting and biding their time, taking those they will Ancient legends warned of the skinwalkers And they’ve just been waiting, patiently waiting They have no natural predators except for man The bloody mourning and faint screaming Wicked soulless killers bound for fresh blood Remorseless ghouls prowling the night You will never hear their name They don’t exist American culture swallowed up their legend The scourge of the old land, still hunting Slaughtering who they will Shapeshifting killers lurking out there in the dark Waiting and biding their time, taking those they will Ancient legends warned of the skinwalkers And they’ve just been waiting, patiently waiting