These Woods Breathe Evil - Swallow The Sun

«I grasp the soil from the tomb

And cover my face

This face of a murderer»

Serpents betrayed me They crawled in my head and betrayed me Old woods, they misled me Cut my face and misled me The owls are not what they seem

They made me do it

Am I a ghost amongst them?

But this blood is real that stains my hands

Tortured by these voices, like flies around me They chased me here and you invited me in…

These woods breathe evil!

Rust on the ground and the arches of fire!

These woods breathe evil!

Here in the circle of eerie winds

Towards the black heart of magnetic north

Black lodge and red rooms of insanity

Here I reached the point of no return

With my hands around you they chased me here

To this hotel of ghosts

And they showed me this room, this room with a view

And you invited me in…

Tortured by these voices, like flies around me They chased me here and you invited me in…

These woods…

These woods breathe evil!

Rust on the ground and the arches of fire!

These woods breathe evil!

Here in the circle of eerie winds

Towards the black heart of magnetic north

They led me back here, to your buried body…