Luyện nghe bài hát Werewolves On The Hunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't back.....

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

The sound of bones
Echos nightmare's home
You've lost your at Satan's race

Don't back.....