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