Don't go in the woods. He's still there. He waits for you; you who'd set him free. Don't go in the woods. He's still there. They say he married everyday just to kill his brides at dawn. The woods weep. The bones of his wives sit below the water of the lake. When sun shines overhead, you can see those bones and hear his cruel laughter when wind blows. He waits for you in the woods..