| I’d been riding hard most of the night, wooded ravines on a mountain side
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| My horse was getting tired… and so was i
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| Up there the moon was full, down here darkness ruled
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| The trees were so much higher than they were meant to
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| In what is known as «the devil’s hide»
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| I knew I was not alone, and it was not that crazy moon above
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| Oh no… I could feel the trees have eyes
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| I used to know this road so well, many a time I was here before
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| But now it seemed so different, the road was no more
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| I was lost, I stopped and looked around
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| I had this eerie feeling, that I was being watched
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| In what is known as «the devil’s hide»
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| I knew I was not alone, and it wasn not that crazy moon above
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| Oh no… I could feel the trees have eyes
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| Watching me
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| The trees have eyes, watching me
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| Then the sound I didn’t wanna hear, howling at the moon
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| Eyes I didn’t wanna see, I should have turned around
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| So much louder, the howling was chilling my bones
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| One wolf grown to a dozen, and here I was alone
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| Yellow eyes… they were everywhere… yellow eyes… as I prepared to
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| Die
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| Suddenly there she was, in a halo of light
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| Suddenly there she was, silvery black and white
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| The bluest magical eyes staring right into mine
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| Never ever had I seen in a wolf, such a beautiful beast
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| In what is known as «the devil’s hide»
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| I knew I was not alone, and it was not that crazy moon above
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| Oh no, I could feel the trees have eyes |