Shadow stalk, were you lost
Scavenging empty camps, dry as bone, quietly?
Silent storms glow remote and light the seas
In our eyes, you are frightening

Sheltered hunt, will you run to the tress?
Or to the town, our stomping ground silently?
Cabins stir face obscured, you watch us sleep
In your eyes, we are frightening
I won't run from you...