Ear to the woodsfloor
 It's in the mind
 And every time
 I shut mine eyes
 Spinning spinning
 The wind whispers 'don't stop'
 The very earth commands her death
 The very earth commands
 Stabstabstabstabstabstabstabstabstab
 Thy lips so red mine darling
 Lips so hot
 Oh, whore's breath
 This is the last time
 Death creeps from behind
 Rushes up from below
 Come my darling, it is time
 Stab stab