In the forest, in the wilderness
a little cottage, on a clearing
light-proof windows, a rotten door
creepy dark rooms, hold a secret,
there he lives, an old man
years of sorrow and loneliness
his face is pale, grey and folded
his hair is long and white as snow
he hates you, he takes you, mistreats you
his madness, infects you, destroys you
he talks to spiders and spleeps with angels
dances at midnight and feeds the wolves
civilisation lost a son
he´s grown wild, bewilderbeast
deplorable people, lost their way
the madman´s home, sealed their fate
noone knows, what he´s done
a pile of bones, a cruel suspicion
he hates you, he takes you, mistreats you
his madness, infects you, destroys you
he´s banished from the sunlight, to scrape a living
in sinful harmony with mother nature
he´s banished from the sunlight, to scrape a living
in sinful harmony with mother nature
there he lives, an old man
years of sorrow and loneliness
his face is pale, grey and folded
his hair is long and white as snow
he talks to spiders and spleeps with angels
dances at midnight and feeds the wolves
civilisation lost a son
he´s grown wild, bewilderbeast
he hates you, he takes you, mistreats you
his madness, infects you, destroys you
he´s banished from the sunlight, to scrape a living
in sinful harmony with mother nature

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