Letra de The Myth

According to the legends There is a creature Hiding in the northern woods His heart is cold as winter And his hair is made of leaves Where his name is mentioned A cold wind bends the trees For he's the one that fills our souls with fear For he is Skogsmulle! He lures children into the woods And makes them become his disciples There they are taught to live only on death cap And to throw stones On the people Walking in the forest In the northern woods He is one with his surroundings Every tree his castle walls Every stone his throne Where his name is mentioned A cold wind bends the trees For he's the one that fills our souls with fear