Luyện nghe bài hát Werewolves On The Hunt

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

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

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

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

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

You're staggering on the
You're stumbling and you fall
branches scratch your face

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

Don't back.....

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

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

look back.....