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