Lyrics

Where the wolves won’t tread, where the ravens won’t fly,
There walks a shadow with hollow eyes.
No path, no prints, no sound, no breath,
Step too close, and he brings you death…

Hush, hush, don’t look round…
The wind knows his name, the trees hear the sound…
Step too near, step too slow…
And down, down, down you go…

He moves like mist, he speaks in none,
No beast will howl, no bird will run.
The sky grows still, the stars burn pale,
For all who see him live to wail.

Hush, hush, don’t look round…
The wind knows his name, the trees hear the sound…
Step too near, step too slow…
And down, down, down you go...

So hold your tongue and hold your breath,
Walk on fast or welcome death.
For if you hear the wind call low...
He’s right behind—now off you go.