Children of the Night

Can you hear them? What sweet music they make Unburdened lives of hunt and blood Night creatures of the woods And what this way comes? Through such darkness desecrated Smelling of fear Smelling of young flesh Run, run, just as fast as you can Fast as your legs will take you Run, run, run for your life Deeper into the woods Do not travel in depths of strange woods at night There are fell things still alive and well deep in the shadows And though the wolves howl and chill your blood There are things so much worse Blinded by darkness Trembling with fear You have fallen into the trap Of something ancient and evil Stumbling around Panting out of breath Your time is short You don't even know it