Fog draws in dense swaths
over the moor of Forrest Hill,
a will-o'-the-wisp grins green and ghostly,
it's night in Baskerville.
Who spreads fear and terror,
who destroys whatever he wants?
everyone tries to hide
from the Hound of the Baskervilles.
Whoever is attacked
by that Hound of the Baskervilles, oh yeah,
has lost
the struggle for Baskerville, oh, yeah.
And there's not a single soul
that dares to enter that dark moor.
everyone fears for their life,
who will be the next one?
Today the mission is completed,
the mission his insane master gave him,
silently, as he once had come,
he sneaks back down into the moor.
Fog draws in dense swaths
over the moor of Forrest Hill,
and hides the riddle's question
for the Hound of the Baskervilles.