Skinwalkers

The darkness seemed to spread on and on forever
As I headed towards the lights of a small New Mexican town
All the people were inside, the doors were locked
A virtual ghost town I got a creepy feeling something was watching me
Thats when I noticed him, an old Navajo man.
And he spoke to me. He said that: They're already here
He said that: They're coming, coming nearer
Can't you feel them? Can't you hear them?
They're coming, coming closer
They're already here, woah the Skinwalkers, the Skinwalkers
I watched him scurry into his hole, as I wondered over things that he had screamed to me.
Could these legends be true? That I had heard when I was a kid?
Navajo were-creatures roaming the night.
And then I felt it again. Something watching me from the woods. Could it be them?
And as I ran. I remembered what he said woah
He said that: They're coming, coming nearer
Can't you feel them? Can't you hear them?
They're coming, coming closer
They're already here, the Skinwalkers, the Skinwalkers
As I got to my car, covered in filth and drenched in my own sweat
The old man's words echoed throughout my mind
And I wondered (one, two, three, four)
Yeah!
He said that: They're coming, coming nearer
Can't you feel them? Can't you hear them?
They're coming, coming closer
They're already here woah the Skinwalkers, the Skinwalkers, the Skinwalkers