Moon starts to rise now Mists all araoud . Shaddows flicker about you Not making a sound . Never go out walking On the Moor alone . That Voice from behind you , You`re not on your own .
Start running , start running , Start running away . Start running , start running , The Wolves are out to prey .
North Wind is blowing Brings in the cold . Ice covers her footprints Where did she go ? Next time we`re together Then you will know , The Wolves dragged her to me From out of the Snow .
Stop what you`re doing You fear me , I know , Pray the Lord has mercy On your Virgin Soul . Night is slowly passing And the Moon is low . Dawn breaks across the Moorland And the Wolves will go .