In this forest, evil things roam
Stalking, sneaking, slicing, plotting, biting, clawing,
When you enter, beware;
The creatures here are masters of disguise and deceit,
“Fresh Meat” runs through the minds of all here
Then a new scheme is made and the game begins!
They taunt and tease, promise and plead,
Soon, you slip and fall into their trap
A web is woven to keep you stuck
Then, the spell circles you, too
You never should have come
Hansel and Gretel, Little Red Riding Hood, they were lucky to not stumble here
To this wood of lies
And now you are breathing it in, exhaling it out,
It's taking you over
Soon, the sweet innocent creature that entered is now the top predator
And the cycle starts again
Stalking, sneaking, slicing, biting, clawing,
In this forest, evil things roam