[Verse 1] Yellowed paper, nailed to the post, Face half-shadowed, a demonic ghost. Ink-stained wrinkles, a sinister grin, No bounty hunter bold enough to begin. They whisper his name with a tremble and fear, Say he ain’t human, something not of here. But I’m young and hungry, got nothin’ to lose, Tore that poster down—paid my dues. Rode out at dusk, the horizon blood-red, Followed the trail where the undead tread. Coyotes howlin’, a bone-chillin’ sound, Footprints shiftin’ on unholy ground. Then I saw him standin’, bathed in pale moon, Skin startin’ to twist—grotesque with doom. Eyes glowin’ amber, a predator’s stare— Realized too late… nothing human left there. [Chorus] Poster on the wall, callin' out the brave, Promisin' a fortune, leadin' to a grave. That face in the ink, it ain't what it seems— He walks in your nightmares, he preys on your dreams. Took the bounty, pride before the fall, Now I’m stalked by the shadow with no soul at all. Poster on the wall… signed my death in scrawl. [Verse 2] I drew my six-shooter, hands shakin' bad, Ain't never faced nothin' this wicked or sad. He let out a laugh—like gravel and musk— Then his body contorted, fell into the dust. Where the man stood a moment, now a wolf, lean and gray, With eyes still on fire, blockin' my way. I fired off a round, heard the echo resound, But the beast just smiled… didn’t fall to the ground. It circled me slow, in the pale lunar gleam, And I felt the cold grip of a waking bad dream. Then it spoke in a voice, both human and raw, Said, “You took the paper… now you follow my law. You thought you’d hunt me? Foolish and crude. Tonight, boy… I’m huntin’ you.” [Chorus] Poster on the wall, callin' out the brave, Promisin' a fortune, leadin' to a grave. That face in the ink, it ain't what it seems— He walks in your nightmares, he preys on your dreams. Took the bounty, pride before the fall, Now I’m stalked by the shadow with no soul at all. Poster on the wall… signed my death in scrawl. [Final Verse] My horse bolted wild, left me standin' alone, With nothin' but dust and the chill in my bones. I ran through the mesquite, thorns tearin' my skin, Every shadow a threat, makin’ my head spin. That thing circled like a vulture’s wings— And I knew by the dawn, I wouldn't feel a thing. But worse than the dyin', the terror, the pain, Was the slow, creepin' feelin' now runnin' through my veins. My blood started burnin', my vision went red, As the curse of the skinwalker filled me with dread. The hunter's now hunted, the prey's takin' form— There's no goin' back from this unholy storm. So if you see a poster nailed rough to the wood, You best leave it hangin'… trust me, you should. 'Cause the man on that paper… he was once just like you— 'Til the darkness caught him… and now it wants you, too. [End]
