Trapped in a bog ridden moor
At the height of a thunderstorm
I rise again anew
Tonight death awaits you

I can almost taste the blood
Dripping from the tip of their tongues
Feasting in full moonlight
On the dead they've killed tonight

Whoah, The night has eyes

Leave the pack become the prey
Won't live to see the light of day
Try to run I see you fall
Attempt to scream;
No one hears your call

Feel the grip of death
Deprive you on your breath
In the night eyes stare at you