Luyện nghe bài hát Werewolves On The Hunt

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

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

Thick fog you astray
Watch out, lost your way
feeling cold, feeling ill

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

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

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

Get up and on running
Get up and on running
No to flee their cold embrace

Don't back.....

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

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

Don't back.....