| 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 |