Haunting the Moor

Silence Don't wake the beast Careful where you walk Or you'll become the feast Beware The full moon is lit The hunter is unleashed From his pit If you wish to live Don't make a sound Terror fills the air And the ground The howling of this man Is growing near All that's left of you Is fear Scream For the monster has come Nothing will be left of you When he is done If you wish to live Don't make a sound Terror fills the air And the ground The howling of this man Is growing near All that's left of you Is fear Death Awaits It's far too late for you to hide This was your fate