A figure stalks the woods at night,
Its breath foul as decay.
I feel it breathing down my neck
Claws grasp my heart, rip it straight from
My chest, the pain like a thousand burning rods
Straight through my core and the thing amongst the trees has won.
And I saw you the other night
Your face so wan and pale
However shall I claim you as mine,
If in those walls you dwell?
A song can lure you to my domain
The songs of birds and crickets
However can you seek to flee
From the black demon of the forest trees?
Written by Satan's Chilly Nipples