When the night reigns

And the cold chills your bones

The thick and blinding fog

Covers the southern region

With it's compact layer

The lights go out completely

A terrifying spectral silence

Fills the realm of the woods

A small yet evil being

Roams the woods alone

An ancestral spirit of evil

Created by the fears of the world

Awaiting for this victim

To turn then into zombies

Of the southern woods

Small evil entity

Called for centuries "Trauko"

Able to crook your body

If you can look directly

In his horrible twisted face

Hidden in the mist

He's a part of your history

And we do live with him

A certain respect and regard

That will live eternally