Forget how you feel, and stop waste yourself This forest is ours and you cant hide The moonlight is guide and opens our path We smell you little child!!!
We can hear the blood running trough your veins ( Ooo oo o o oo ) We will find you and rip out your heart!!!
I feel that we close, to the our feast We only can be fed with human flesh... The blood is the juice, are bones the candies We crush them with a bite!!!
Oh well here you are... We searching for you Starving to death, now we can feed... But first we will pray, to the Fenrir The god of Werewolves...