Deep in the misty forest
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In nights when wind stops blowing
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And when the moon hides its face
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Spit out of evil darkness
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Hell's infants, night's black agents
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Then Satan starts a bloody race
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Thick fog leads you astray
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Watch out, you've lost your way
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You're feeling cold, feeling ill
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The mob of beasts are hungry
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They scent your sweaty body
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They're doomed to hunt, born to kill
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Dont't look back, they follow your tracks
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You can hear them growl and grunt
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Start to run, the chase has just begun
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There are werewolves on the hunt
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You're staggering on the wood-ground
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You're stumbling and you fall down
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Thorny branches scratch your face
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Get up and keep on running
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Get up and keep on running
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No chance to flee their cold embrace
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Don't look back.....
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Deep in the misty forest
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In nights when wind stops blowing
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And when the moon hides its face
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The sound of crackin' bones
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Echos through nightmare's home
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You've lost your life at Satan's race
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Don't look back.....
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Werewolves On The Hunt
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| Stormwitch |
