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I'd been riding hard most of the night wooded ravines

on a mountain side, my horse was getting tired and so was I.

Up there the moon was full, down here darkness ruled,

the trees were so much higher than they were meant to be.

In what is known as the Devil's Hide I knew I was

not alone and it was not that crazy moon above,

oh no I could feel the trees have eyes.

The trees have eyes!

I used to know this road so well, many a time I was here

before but now it seemed so different, the road was no more.

I was lost so I stopped and looked around and I had this

eerie feeling that I was being watched.

In what is known as the Devil's Hide I knew I was

not alone and it was not that crazy moon above,

oh no I could feel the trees have eyes.

The trees have eyes,

watching me!

The trees have eyes,

watching me.

Then the sound I didn't wanna hear, howling at the moon,

eyes I didn't wanna see, I should have turned around.

So much louder, the howling was chilling my bones,

one wolf grown to a dozen and here I was alone.

Yellow eyes,

they were everywhere.

Yellow eyes

as I prepared to die.

Then suddenly there she was in a halo of light,

then suddenly there she was, silvery black and white.

The bluest magical eyes staring right into mine,

never ever had I seen in a wolf such a beautiful beast.

In what is known as the Devil's Hide I knew I was

not alone and it was not that crazy moon above,

oh no I could feel the trees have eyes.