The night wind blows
Your heart rate grows
Your pulse is racing faster
They're on your trail
They know you'll fail
You're flirting with disaster
Creatures
The frost lies thick
Your breath comes quick
No chance for your survival
Life takes its toll
And burns your soul
They've never had a rival
Creatures of the night
Born and raised to fight
Creatures of the night
Creatures of the night
Their sense of smell
Was honed in hell
Their eyes are sharp as needles
You're bathed in sweat
You've lost your bet
Caught up in this upheaval
Creatures

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