I can see your feelings smell your future fear before death I am scrutinize you, syndicate you and I choose you I am penetrating your psychology, learn to freely control you I am inveigling you, reassure you and you believe me
You believe me but my villa is a ghost of wood You believe me but from the wood I return alone You believe me and I repeat my ritual again You believe me and I leave my handwriting again
My villa is over there Over there beyond that small wood Come on, Come on with me I'll show you its beauty
Who can have supposed That you are already not alive You are now in my hands I feel your bodily fear
Woodland belt – Is the way to death Woodland belt - Is your last breath Woodland belt - Is your false step Woodland belt - Is my trap