There stood a bridge surrounded by deep woods 
made of stone it was, but long ago it had shattered 
'cause nothing lasts forever and atlast had the might 
of nature won the everlasting stone 
Finally the night came and the moon rose up to the 
sky its pale light reflecting from a little pond that 
had been formed from the daily rain that always 
poured down to the forest 
Suddently a wolf appeared from behind a big tree 
which was a pine 'cause all the trees in the forest 
were evergreen 
its red eyes glowed in the dark when it stepped 
on the bridge for no other reason than to cross 
it and hunt food for its hungry descendants 
All the sudden aroused a shadow and 
cloaked the poor thing 
its breath was so cold and freesing 
and suddently there was no wolf at all 
just the silent forest 
Back in the anciet days if you travel and 
arrive to this very bridge 
there you will find the sorrow of a young 
soldier whose death was so sudden 
but still inevitable 
It was his soul that caught the poor creature 
and dragged it to the watery grave 
His soul won´t have peace until he has fulfilled 
his destiny by hunting innocent lives 
in this very same place day by day