[Intro] Fog over forest, silver moonlight falls, wind through the branches softly calls. Shadows whisper ancient cries, something dark begins to rise. [Verse 1] In the cold of the midnight air, a weeping spirit wanders there. Born from sorrow, born from pain, walking slowly through the rain. But deeper in the silent wood, another shape where darkness stood. A raven circles in the sky, watching every traveler pass by. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the voices in the wind, sweet and soft but pulling you in. Eyes like fire in the night, no escape and nowhere to hide. [Chorus] Pontianak in the pale moonlight, Skinwalker hunting through the night. Calling you deeper into the dark, following slow like a ghostly mark. Hearts grow silent, shadows grow tall, no one escapes the ancient call. When the forest whispers your name, nothing returns the same. [Verse 2] A hunter walks through frozen ground, every step a hollow sound. Branches bend and shadows creep, something wakes from ancient sleep. A crow cries out above the trees, cold wind dancing through the leaves. Then the weeping woman appears, smiling through forgotten tears. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the voices through the trees, carried slowly on the breeze. Every step pulls you inside, where the living cannot hide. [Chorus] Pontianak in the pale moonlight, Skinwalker hunting through the night. Calling you deeper into the dark, following slow like a ghostly mark. Hearts grow silent, shadows grow tall, no one escapes the ancient call. When the forest whispers your name, nothing returns the same. [Bridge] Ancient voices calling low, through the rain and falling snow. Two dark spirits roam as one, long before the rising sun. [Breakdown] Storm is rising, branches break, drums of thunder start to shake. Shadows move between the trees, breathing cold into the breeze. [Final Chorus] Pontianak in the pale moonlight, Skinwalker hunting through the night. Run if you hear their distant cry, no one escapes and none survive. Hearts grow silent, shadows grow tall, the forest answers to their call. If the dark wind speaks your name, you will never be the same. [Outro] When you walk the woods at night, and fog swallows every light, listen close to every breath — the forest walks with death.