• The beasts hunt through the forest
    As swift as assassins
    You’ll soon be dead,

    Whispering to one another they’ll give you a fright
    For other than talking, they are masters of the night,

    So you better start running
    To find no escape
    Cornered by the creatures with no last chance
    Get ready to make a quick, last stand
    At the Forest as Dark as Night.