Creatures - Judas Priest

The night wind blows

Your heart rate grows

Your pulse is racing faster

They’re on your trail

They know you’ll fail

You’re flirting with disaster

Creatures

The frost lies thick

Your breath comes quick

No chance for your survival

Life takes it’s toll

And burns your soul

They’ve never had a rival

Creatures of the night

Born and raised to fight

Creatures of the night

Creatures of the night

Their sense of smell

Was honed in hell

Their eyes sharp as needles

You’re bathed in sweat

You’ve lost your bet

Caught in this upheaval

Creatures

You’re on your own

So scream and moan

It’s pointless now for praying

They’ll run you through

You’ll get what’s due

Then they’ll call it a day

Creatures of the night

Born and raised to fight

Creatures of the night

Creatures of the night

Creatures

The night wind blows

Your heart rate grows

Creatures of the night

Born and raised to fight

Creatures of the night

Born and raised to fight

Creatures of the night

Creatures of the night

Creatures