There in the forest in the cemetery haze Someone creeps in utter darkness hiding his demonic face Mortals can not look into the eyes beneath the hood They beware of the silent freaky stranger in black jute In the cemetery haze someone evil awaits
He walked around and around these grey winter days For hours he stared at the frozen lake And there he saw the essence that he denied at all He saw the face full of aggression and full of woe
Maybe painful memories torment his wicked mind Why is he condemned to exist beyond the light Nobody knows who is the man with fading voice He avoids the people, they are nothing more than toys In the cemetery haze someone evil awaits