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.