The mist rolled in along the dusky cold green hills
Air so dead yet wilderness so alive and wanting
Waiting for the dread of darkness death
Predators hold

Teeth so sharp
So white
So clean
Waiting for the blood red taste
A longing from the devils breath

Smelling the fear
It's all around us
So so in the misty hills
Green is gone and darkness shrouds us ....
Time to run
Run from the ****