I can see your feelings smell your future fear before death
I am [bad word] 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 [bad word] on [bad word] 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