Skinwalkers
Himsa Lyrics


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Nights will shorten to spill the skin
Hellbent and hammered descent
Liquored, laid among the gathered
Hunter to runner in rival pissings
The scene is thickly managed
Paranoia recorded on tombs
Sizing, secular view-deconstruct identity
Siege them, seldom seen in towering eyes
Swelling spawn, sagging from the tint
Combat ills, it's murder for passage
Skinwalkers loom to roam alone
Half nature, half monster-arise from tension-evolved
From moderation
Nights slip with caution to the wind
Saviors sent to stripped-out surroundings
Phobic shock is valor when haste proceeds arrival
Black mass crusade for the loyalist
Ceremonial motherload-panic serves momentum in chaos
When the chase is on
Impetus at face value, will and weapon on the people
The walk of snipes in the plague of age





(Merci à nicolas pour cettes paroles)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Himsa's song Skinwalkers paint a picture of a dark and violent scene. The nights are getting shorter, and something sinister is lurking in the shadows. The participants are liquored and laid out among the gathered before things escalate quickly into a hunter-versus-runner scenario. There is a feeling of paranoia and insecurity that permeates the air, and the identities of the participants are being deconstructed and tested.


The skinwalkers themselves are portrayed as half-nature, half-monster beings that have arisen from the tension and chaos of the situation. The participants are combatting their own inner demons, and the stakes are high as murder is the only way to secure passage. As the nights slip away, everyone is on edge, with saviors sent to stripped-out surroundings and phobic shock serving as a driving force in the chaos.


The lyrics of Skinwalkers are dark and foreboding, with a sense of danger and tension that is palpable. They paint a vivid picture of a scene where violence and insecurity are the norm, and no one is safe. It's a haunting song that leaves a lasting impression, and the message is clear: beware the skinwalkers.


Line by Line Meaning

Nights will shorten to spill the skin
As time passes, the darkness and temptation to do wrong will grow stronger


Hellbent and hammered descent
Driven by our deepest desires and under the influence of intoxication, we fall into a downward spiral


Liquored, laid among the gathered
Drunk and vulnerable, we are prey to those who seek to take advantage of us


Hunter to runner in rival pissings
One moment we are the hunters, the next we are running in terror as our rivals turn the tables on us


The scene is thickly managed
The situation is carefully controlled and manipulated by those in power


Paranoia recorded on tombs
Our fears are immortalized and become part of our legacy, haunting us long after we are gone


Sizing, secular view-deconstruct identity
In a world that values conformity over individuality, we are forced to measure ourselves against secular beliefs and norms that strip us of our identity


Siege them, seldom seen in towering eyes
We are under attack from an unseen enemy, and those in power turn a blind eye to our struggles


Swelling spawn, sagging from the tint
Our offspring are born into a world that is tainted and diseased, and they suffer the consequences of our actions


Combat ills, it's murder for passage
We must fight against the evils that plague us, and the cost of this fight is often our own lives


Skinwalkers loom to roam alone
The monsters that haunt us are always lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike when we are most vulnerable


Half nature, half monster-arise from tension-evolved
These monsters are born from the tensions and conflicts that exist in the natural world, and they embody the worst parts of our own nature


From moderation
Our only hope is to find balance and moderation in our actions and beliefs


Nights slip with caution to the wind
As we give in to our desires and temptations, we become reckless and lose our grip on reality


Saviors sent to stripped-out surroundings
We look for salvation in the most unlikely places, hoping to find hope in the midst of despair


Phobic shock is valor when haste proceeds arrival
In moments of crisis, fear can be a powerful motivator, driving us to act with courage and resolve


Black mass crusade for the loyalist
Those who are loyal to the cause must band together and fight against the darkness that threatens to consume them


Ceremonial motherload-panic serves momentum in chaos
As chaos reigns around us, we find comfort in the rituals and ceremonies that give our lives meaning


When the chase is on
In moments of danger, we must be quick and decisive in our actions, or risk falling prey to our pursuers


Impetus at face value, will and weapon on the people
Our determination and strength lies in the people around us, who are our greatest asset in times of crisis


The walk of snipes in the plague of age
In the midst of a world filled with darkness and decay, we must find our own path and walk it with courage and conviction




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nights will shorten to spill the skin
hellbent and hammered descent
liquored, laid among the gathered
hunter to runner in rival pissings
the scene is thickly managed
paranoia recorded on tombs
sizing, secular view-deconstruct identity
siege them, seldom seen in towering eyes
swelling spawn, sagging from the tint
combat ills, it's murder for passage
skinwalkers loom to roam alone
half nature, half monster-arise from tension-evolved from moderation
nights slip with caution to the wind
saviors sent to stripped-out surroundings
phobic shock is valor when haste proceeds arrival
black mass crusade for the loyalist
ceremonial motherload-panic serves momentum in chaos
when the chase is on
impetus at face value, will and weapon on the people
the walk of snipes in the plague of age



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nights will shorten to spill the skin
hellbent and hammered descent
liquored, laid among the gathered
hunter to runner in rival pissings
the scene is thickly managed
paranoia recorded on tombs
sizing, secular view-deconstruct identity
siege them, seldom seen in towering eyes
swelling spawn, sagging from the tint
combat ills, it's murder for passage
skinwalkers loom to roam alone
half nature, half monster-arise from tension-evolved from moderation
nights slip with caution to the wind
saviors sent to stripped-out surroundings
phobic shock is valor when haste proceeds arrival
black mass crusade for the loyalist
ceremonial motherload-panic serves momentum in chaos
when the chase is on
impetus at face value, will and weapon on the people
the walk of snipes in the plague of age



All comments from YouTube:

John Payne

Rip Himsa. Your fans miss you a lot. Thanks for the great music.

Art JR V

John Payne see you guys there 🤘🏽🤘🏽

SwollFullReady2Roll

+kelly d thank you so much for posting this fucking comment! See you fucking there!

kelly d

HIMSA   October 29th 2016 at the EL CORAZON in Seattle...BE THERE

Nik Peterson

One of the most solid metal albums ever, fucking glorious, I'll always come back to this one

The Violator

Coming back to this in '19, old highschool jams for me lol

pilafek

+AyZeD I think the same. We need you back HIMSA :/

AyZeD

This came out in 07 and it's still just as solid as some of the awesome shit we get today.

DJ Tourniquet

This song still gives me goosebumps after well over a decade. Himsa will always be my favorite.

Miss Beastly

Those guitars ♥

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