The shadows call to you from inside the woods; an unexplained lure draws you near. Your mind tells you not to enter, but your body moves ever closer. The shadows moves slowly through the trees, appearing calm and undisturbed by your presence. Then you notice... the shadows are closing in on you, closer and closer, until they are to close to elude! You must face the shadows.
Dare you walk in the woods, to see whats there
the sights, the sounds, the creatures lair
The stories I've heard, I tremble to tell
What was in the woods... when darkness fell!
I had listened to the tales of days gone by
How the dead would rise at the babies cry,
How the brave would venture, yet meet their fate
Coming eye to eye with the Demon's Gate.
The Forest seems a porthole for all that scares
Beastly bites and ghastly tears
Be not a fool, and carelessly tread
In this terrible forest of the living DEAD!
For what moves in the woods, when darkness falls
Brings fear and horror to us all
Wise be the one, and safe be his fate
If you stay far away from the Demon's Gate.