There is an evil legend
of malevolent trees
nobody escaped alive
from a place like this
a putrefied breeze
came from these woods
the remains of lifeforms
that were consumed
These winds don't lie
they speak the truth
Cannot be a fact what they say:
"The screams your hear come from there,
are the ones who died cossing those woods"
Don't cross the woods
trapped by the roots
don't cross the woods
your fate is doomed
Cannot be a fact what they say:
"The screams your hear come from there,
are the ones who died cossing those woods"
Arms, legs, limbs, made bark
wooden statues of people phagocyted
Try not to stop
in the enchanted forest
you're already lost
into something demonic!
Don't cross the woods!