Lyrics

Hush now, child, don’t make a sound,
Lest the Silent One is prowling ‘round.
No hooves, no howl, no claw, no cry,
Only the wind and a watching eye...

Run, run, while you can,
The Silent One hunts beast and man!
He sees your tracks, he smells your fear,
Step too close, and he draws near...

He walks where the wild things stay,
Where wolves won’t hunt and the lost don’t stray.
He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t rest,
Yet the beasts all know—he’s death’s own guest.

Run, run, while you can,
The Silent One hunts beast and man!
He sees your tracks, he smells your fear,
Step too close, and he draws near...

Some say he was never born,
But shaped from storm and hunger’s thorn.
Some say he is death’s own child,
Raised by whispers in the wild.

So listen close, and breathe so light,
For if he comes this very night...
The wind will shift, the stars will pale,
And all that’s left… is teeth and veil.