Throughout the forest of Forever Fall

At the midnight hour

Gleaming eyes begin to close on you

Ready to devour

Brave ones enter maybe to return

To fight beowolf packs

Survivors escape with blood on their face

And claw scars down their backs

Stalk their prey stealthily on hind legs

They’re quite the fearful sight

Bullet speed, pitch black fur, and red eyes

Run for your life or fight