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