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