When They Howl

When events of a strange reality
Collide with illusions of common sense
Sometimes they use to do that, absolutely
Blood freezes, fear turns to horror
When those eyes of the deepest black
Are fixed on
And filled by a silver-gleam and thereupon
-so sad ... hark!- a music enters the night
Then you know that they are coming

CHORUS:
Fear the dark
Fear the dark voices you hear
The hunting is on
They are singing
No way out
There is no way outa here
Their shoot is the night that has just begun

You had heard the rushed puffin'
Of the bestial seed
And after you had given up to run away
You've noticed the silence
Now you know that they wait
In a circle around your tomorrow
Branches are crackin' and rotten leafs
Are rustling by absorbing the hottest spit
-you can't hear-
Blood is rushing through your ears
But you know that they are coming

REPEAT CHORUS

Their shoot is the night that has just begun