Werewolves On The Hunt

Deep in the misty forest
In nights when wind stops blowing
And when the moon hides its face.

Spit out of evil darkness
Hell's infants, night's black agents
Then Satan starts a bloody race.

Thick fog leads you astray
Watch out, you've lost your way
You're feeling cold, feeling ill.

The mob of beasts are hungry
They scent your sweaty body
They're doomed to hunt, born to kill.

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Dont't look back, they follow your tracks
You can hear them growl and grunt
Start to run, the chase has just begun
There are werewolves on the hunt.

You're staggering on the wood-ground
You're stumbling and you fall down
Thorny branches scratch your face.

Get up and keep on running
Get up and keep on running
No chance to flee their cold embrace.

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Deep in the misty forest
In nights when wind stops blowing
And when the moon hides its face.

The sound of crackin' bones
Echos through nightmare's home
You've lost your life at Satan's race.

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