Creaturesof the nigth

The moon guides my way back home.

It's late as I walk alone.

These woods are not inviting at this time of night,

so I pick up the pace.

In the air, I hear voices everywhere.

And it is so dark,

that I can't make out a face.

SO I REACH FOR MY KNIFE AS THE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT LET ME KNOW THEY'RE THRE.

WON'T DO ME NO GOOD, 'CAUSE WHAT'S IN THESE WOODS IS THAT WHICH I CAN'T KILL.

Well I sense something is about,

so I gather up my courage and I take a look around.

I look to my left and then to my right.

I should have never looked behind.

I run home as fast as I can.

I don't want to have to ever look back again.