Escape From Dunwich Valley

«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
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