I hear whip-poor-wills just off to my side, Left ear whispers, where the shadows hide. The wind starts hummin’ in a voice I don’t know, Low and mournful, like a death-row moan. The moon won’t rise, and the stars all fade, The air grows heavy in the devil’s shade. I see shadows movin’ where shadows stay still, They twist and they curl, bendin’ to their will. Shadows crawlin’ in, takin’ hold of me, A veil of black where my eyes should see. A whisperin’ wind, a call to sin, I feel the darkness crawlin’ in. My own voice calls from the blackest tree, Sayin’, "Boy, you’re mine, there’s no breakin’ free." I try to run, but the ground won’t let go, My feet sink deep where no roots should grow. Shadows crawlin’ in, takin’ hold of me, A veil of black where my eyes should see. A whisperin’ wind, a call to sin, I feel the darkness crawlin’ in. Shadows crawlin’ in, takin’ hold of me, A veil of black where my eyes should see. A whisperin’ wind, a call to sin, I feel the darkness crawlin’ in. The night wraps tight like a shroud on my skin, The cold hand of hell creeps under my grin. The whip-poor-will cries, but only for me, A cursed tune for the damned to see. I hear the voices, they’re callin’ my name, The darkness laughs, and I feel the flame. So if you feel the shadows start pullin’ you in, Pray hard, boy, before it begins.
