Forbidden forest
No one shall enter
Anyone who dares
Will die! Indeed

With my bow and arrow
I will hunt you down
The spirits of nature
They demand your death

On sacred ground you trample
Cannot tell birch from spruce
No clue about moss, fern or funghi
It’s all the same to you

You call yourself a woodsman
I call you untrue
Some stuff with the rodents
Is all you want to do

Guardian of the sacred tree
Servant for eternity
Never will be fooled by thee
Go back to your hideous parking place