"Who are you to tread these lands?"

Your presence is not welcomed here

The residents here are not to be disturbed

Now run, run, before they awake

The unspeakable dread of the deep

Right now they're restless in their sleep

The signs are rife

It's a deathlike night

Fear of the deep

Chills... run down your spine

Something is moving there in the dark

Is it too late to get out?

The hunt might already be on its way

Silent feet, prepare to attack

Running fast through black

But the forest on its own is holding you back

The signs are rife

It's a deathlike night

Fear of the deep

Chills... run down your spine

There are places of sleep hidden in the deep

Never meant to be provoked

The old world does not fit with ours

Escape - from Dunwich Valley

Escape - from Dunwich Valley