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