[INTRO — LOW, WHISPERED INCANTATION] [NATIVE AMERICAN TRIBAL SINGING NOT SCREAMED][TRIBAL DRUMS AND FLUTES WITH MARACAS] Bił hataałii t’áá íiyisí nitsíkees bee i’dashgo át’éego, bee adinííł dah naashá, dóó bił hadahoodzooí ádzééʼ yéego danilį́į́’ bitsį́į́ʼ dóó bitsiiʼ łikaní yéego bił dah yájiłį́, tłʼoh dah naashá dooleeł dáádį́į́ł, chʼééhozhóóní ayáanii bee biyiʼdanilį́. Tʼą́ą́ ákótʼį́ą́ nihijiyíʼ bináʼaʼí nisin, hááláʼ doo biłhadanish nízin da... (Navajo translation) (With his singer, truly with clear thinking, in a sacred manner, with his sacred power I walk, and with his sacred chants, the mountains strongly tremble, his voice and his white hair strongly with him, the wind will blow, the plants with life within them. Thus it is in my heart, I think of my enemy, because he does not want peace with him…) [VERSE 1 — LOW, MENACING VOCALS] Walking as a man, disguised the best he can Calling out your name—don't answer back in vain Your spirit torn asunder, your body left bleeding Your voice added to his collection a dark selection A thirst never ending, a hunger always feeding He takes what he needs, but he's always left needing youll lose you life freely [TRIBAL VOCALS — DISTORTED, ECHOING] Yee naaldlooshii... Yee naaldlooshii... (Navajo translation) "by means of it, he goes on all fours." "by means of it, he goes on all fours." (The chanting overlaps) [CLEAR SCREAMED VOCAL] SKIN WALKER! [CHORUS — HEAVY, DRIVING INSTRUMENTATION] Master of lies, hiding beneath the dark skies Hiding between what's lost and unseen Growing unease, something watching between the trees Calling out your name to harvest your shame A shape not quite true, the crooked version of you Wearing a face that it never knew Now calling out to those you knew IT SOUNDS LIKE ME—BUT IT ISN'T YOU! [VERSE 2 — RHYTHMIC, AGGRESSIVE VOCALS] Boogeyman... monster... beast... He knows your name, he knows your grief Coming down from the mountain's crown Where the old ways lie with bodies deep Casting rituals dark and bleak Creeping closer while you sleep Hear your mother calling—don't believe Hear your brother screaming—don't you leave Screaming loud to shatter your shroud Wearing your face, moving through the crowd A familiar voice in an unfamiliar place A human disguise on a thing without grace taking lives to a broken place [CHORUS — FULL SCREAMS, HEAVY GUITARS] Master of lies, hiding beneath the dark skies Hiding between what's lost and unseen Growing unease, something watching between the trees Calling out your name to harvest your shame A shape not quite true, the crooked version of you Wearing a face that it never knew Now calling out to those you knew IT SOUNDS LIKE ME—BUT IT ISN'T YOU! [BRIDGE — TRIBAL CHANTING OVER ANIMAL-SKIN DRUMS] (Slow drums. Low guttural chanting. Bones cracking in the distance.) Hidden soul, not quite whole Shaping bones to match what's known Limbs bent wrong, the night too long Wearing the skin, where the soul don't belong Not right... not clean... A spirit dark and mean... Eyes that shine where eyes shouldn't gleam A twisted reflection of a waking dream Coming to your home tonight To steal your breath, to snuff your light It knows the door, it knows the floor IT'S BEEN HERE BEFORE! (Drums accelerate. Animal cries become distorted human screams.) [BREAKDOWN — WHISPERED, THEN SCREAMED] Don't look outside... Don't say its name... If it sounds like someone you love... IT'S NOT THE SAME! (Silence.) WHO'S THERE? (A familiar voice whispers back.) LET ME IN... [OUTRO — LOW WHISPERS OVER FADING DRUMS] Cleanse the grounds... Don't speak the name... Hide inside... Close the pane... Lower your voice... Stay silent... The Skin Walker comes... Don't answer what you hear... Don't answer... DON'T ANSWER ME.
