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[Intro]
[Female]
Something keeps pace beyond the birch trees
No branch breaks, but it knows where I breathe
[Verse 1]
[Male]
Mud on my boots, thorns on my sleeve
A red mark burning where the brambles lean
I cut through fern and the cold creek bed
Then hear my footsteps walking up ahead
[Female]
Your name came thin from the cedar line
Not a human voice, but it borrowed mine
I held my breath, pressed flat to the pine
And two pale eyes opened, one at a time
[Pre-Chorus]
[Male]
Don’t turn around
Don’t answer back
[Female]
The trail goes quiet
Then starts to crack
[Chorus]
[Male & Female]
They track us down through the crooked wood
Closer than any hunter could
Skin on fire from the nettle brush
Run till the roots and the dark close up
If you hear that cry, keep your head down low
If it says your name, never let it know
We are not alone where the tall trees sway
Something is learning the shape of our escape
[Post-Chorus]
[Creature Screech: harsh, distant, warped, non-lyrical]
[Female]
Ah—ah—ah—ah!
[Male]
No—no—no—no!
[Verse 2]
[Female]
The map is wet, the compass spins
A hooked black shadow moves between the limbs
My jacket tears on a thornbush wall
And something laughs without a mouth at all
[Male]
I saw your face by the old stone well
Then saw it again where the dead leaves fell
You said, “Come here,” in a voice gone wrong
Three notes rising, then the night went long
[Pre-Chorus]
[Female]
Don’t turn around
Don’t answer back
[Male]
The ground is breathing
Under the black
[Chorus]
[Male & Female]
They track us down through the crooked wood
Closer than any hunter could
Skin on fire from the nettle brush
Run till the roots and the dark close up
If you hear that cry, keep your head down low
If it says your name, never let it know
We are not alone where the tall trees sway
Something is learning the shape of our escape
[Bridge]
[Male]
Count the trees: one, two, three
There were four behind you, now there are three
[Female]
Count the breaths: one, two, three
There’s one in the dark that is not you or me
[Male & Female]
The moon slips out
The branches bend
The path we chose
Returns again
[Breakdown]
[Female, whispered]
It wore your voice
[Male, whispered]
It wore my face
[Female]
It knows the road
[Male]
It knows the place
[Final Chorus]
[Male & Female]
They track us down through the crooked wood
Closer than any hunter could
Skin on fire from the nettle brush
Run till the roots and the dark close up
If you hear that cry, keep your head down low
If it says your name, never let it know
We are not alone where the tall trees sway
Something is learning the shape of our escape
[Outro]
[Creature Screech: close, broken, layered]
[Female]
I hear you breathing.
[Male]
You’re not behind me.
[Female]
Then why is your hand on my shoulder?
[Creature Screech: sudden cut]
Details
GeneratedSep 17, 2026
Duration4:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark chillstep fused with restrained techno, 92 BPM half-time feel, sub-heavy rolling bass, cold granular pads, sparse metallic percussion, distant forest ambience, tense verse minimalism that opens into wide distorted drops, male low baritone and female breathy alto trading lines, layered call-and-response, processed screeching creature vocalizations used as frightening non-lyrical accents, cinematic stereo space, polished ominous mix
Credits
Prompt bySquirrely
ModelAria v6
Prompt
Scary song about being tracked down by skinwalkers. Getting chafed through the woods. Include skinwalker screeching . Chillstep/techno. Male/female voice
