(Verse 1)
The woods are cold, the night is near,
Whispers crawl, a distant fear.
In the shadows, he waits so still,
A twisted form, a haunting will.
Your footsteps echo, hearts in flight,
Underneath the pale moonlight.
The trees are shifting, they’re closing in,
You’re running fast, but where to begin?
(Pre-Chorus)
Eight pages scattered, in the void of night,
Each one you find, he’s closer in sight.
His hollow gaze, his twisting face,
You can’t escape, you can’t outrun the chase.
(Chorus)
Slender’s coming, can’t you feel?
The darkness whispers, it’s all too real.
Eight pages lost, they’re in your grasp,
But with each one found, he tightens his clasp.
Turn around, but he’s always near,
His silence louder, feeding on fear.
The pages mark the end of your fate,
Run if you must, but it’s too late.
(Verse 2)
The flashlight flickers, the fear sets in,
Every corner hides the monster’s grin.
A scribble of ink, a page in hand,
You thought you’d find peace, but you can’t withstand.
The branches break, the ground it shakes,
The walls close in, the terror wakes.
A shadow tall, his arms reach wide,
The hunt begins, no place to hide.
(Pre-Chorus)
Eight pages scattered, in the void of night,
Each one you find, he’s closer in sight.
His hollow gaze, his twisted face,
You can’t escape, you can’t outrun the chase.
(Chorus)
Slender’s coming, can’t you feel?
The darkness whispers, it’s all too real.
Eight pages lost, they’re in your grasp,
But with each one found, he tightens his clasp.
Turn around, but he’s always near,
His silence louder, feeding on fear.
The pages mark the end of your fate,
Run if you must, but it’s too late.
(Bridge)
The pages turn, the nightmare grows,
The deeper you go, the darker it shows.
A twisted silhouette, no face to see,
He’s watching you, where you cannot be.
The trees are twisted, the path is gone,
You’ve lost yourself, and now he’s won.
No more light, no more sound,
Slender’s here, he’s all around.
(Chorus)
Slender’s coming, can’t you feel?
The darkness whispers, it’s all too real.
Eight pages lost, they’re in your grasp,
But with each one found, he tightens his clasp.
Turn around, but he’s always near,
His silence louder, feeding on fear.
The pages mark the end of your fate,
Run if you must, but it’s too late.
(Outro)
The pages fall, the game is done,
Slender’s smile, your race is won.
Eight pages lost, the hunt begins,
In the forest dark, where nightmare spins.
