In the forest night, the midnight starlight
shines above; Winter is chilly.
Ice falling, sky darkens.
Within midnight trees, voice gently calling.
Guillotined girls, tattered robes.
Blood pouring into lakes.
Blood rivers quickly cools.

A shadow in night with a small basket
carries the severed heads of the maidens fallen…
The midnight fades into the morning.
The guillotine blade is rising quickly.
The 100 pounds comes a sudden stop.

In the forest night, the midnight starlight
shines above; Winter is chilly.
Ice falling, sky darkens.
Within midnight trees, voice gently calling.
Guillotined girls, tattered robes.
Blood pouring into lakes.
Blood rivers quickly cools.

Perhaps that’s why they say,
dont enter the midnight forest.
For thats where the local headsman lives.