Creatures of the Night

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 here,

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.

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Lyrics submitted by Valeria.