Luyện nghe bài hát Werewolves On The Hunt

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

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

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

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

look back, they follow your tracks
You can hear them and grunt
Start to run, the has just begun
There are werewolves on the

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

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

look back.....

Deep in the forest
In when wind stops blowing
And when the moon hides its

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

look back.....