Deep in the misty forest In nights when wind stops blowing And when the moon hides its face Spit out of evil darkness Hell's infants, night's black agents Then Satan starts a bloody race Thick fog leads you astray Watch out, you've lost your way You're feeling cold, feeling ill The mob of beasts are hungry They scent your sweaty body They're doomed to hunt, born to kill Dont't look back, they follow your tracks You can hear them growl and grunt Start to run, the chase has just begun There are werewolves on the hunt You're staggering on the wood-ground You're stumbling and you fall down Thorny branches scratch your face Get up and keep on running Get up and keep on running No chance to flee their cold embrace Don't look back..... Deep in the misty forest In nights when wind stops blowing And when the moon hides its face The sound of crackin' bones Echos through nightmare's home You've lost your life at Satan's race Don't look back.....