Luyện nghe bài hát Werewolves On The Hunt

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

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

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

The mob of are hungry
They scent your sweaty
doomed to hunt, born to kill

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

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

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

Don't back.....

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

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

look back.....