The Myth (In The Norther Woods)

According to the legendsThere is a creatureHiding in the northern woodsHis heart is cold as winterAnd his hair is made of leavesWhere his name is mentionedA cold wind bends the treesFor he's the one that fills our souls with fearFor he is Skogsmulle!He lures children into the woodsAnd makes them become his disciplesThere they are taught to live only on death capAnd to throw stonesOn the peopleWalking in the forestIn the northern woodsHe is one with his surroundingsEvery tree his castle wallsEvery stone his throneWhere his name is mentionedA cold wind bends the treesFor he's the one that fills our souls with fear