On Stuff - Myśliwi Strachu

Quietly closes the door,
No one will interfere.
Dives into his world,
Fear whirls in his head.
Oh, what a sweet teddy bear,
Invites you to play.
Let's meet, it's time,
To talk face to face.

Flee, run with all your strength,
He will rip you, he will beat you.
Don't be fooled by his beautiful face,
He only gives pain and fear.

A scream freezes in my throat,
Hands tremble, I feel weak.
I so want to have you close,
Oh, please, touch me.
It's too late, too late now.
You've just crossed the line,
Fear clings like a wet blanket,
What a dark, terrifying night.

Flee, run with all your strength,
He will rip you, he will beat you.
Don't be fooled by his beautiful face,
He only gives pain and fear.
Why does nobody stop them,
The Hunters of Fear, thirsting for blood?
Who sow an evil touch,
Causing wounds, despair, tears.

Flee, run with all your strength,
He will rip you, he will beat you.
Don't be fooled by his beautiful face,
He only gives pain and fear.
Why does nobody stop them,
The Hunters of Fear, thirsting for blood?
Who sow an evil touch,
Causing wounds, despair, tears.