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