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

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

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

The mob of beasts are
They scent sweaty body
doomed to hunt, born to kill

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

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

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

look back.....

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

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

look back.....