Автор: Шут Полонён. Intro: (Smooth, rhythmic breathing) Ooh, yeah... deep in the pines... Listen to the rhythm... Verse 1: Deep in the woods where the black pines grow There’s a shadow moving, steady and slow It doesn’t want the weak, it doesn’t want the blind It’s hunting for the clever, the ones with the bright mind It tracks you by the logic, it follows every thought The cleverest of children are the ones that he has caught Pre-Chorus: Reading by the fire, solving every clue The forest hears your whispers, and it’s coming after you Yeah, the forest hears your whispers, and it’s coming after you! Chorus: Hear the rhythm in the timber, hear the beating of the drum The shadow in the forest knows exactly where you’re from He’s taking all the thinkers, with their brilliant, shining heads Drinking down the crimson from the smartest kids in bed! Yeah, the young blood is a vintage that he loves to taste Not a single drop of genius going to waste! Post-Chorus: (Taste the mind... drink the youth...) (Taste the mind... drink the youth...) Verse 2: You got the highest grades, you got the golden brain But out here in the briars, you’re just a drop of rain He doesn't want the foolish, he wants the ones who read He wants the sweet intelligence, the energy, the speed A sip of ruby vintage from a vessel young and bright He drags the little scholars to the everlasting night Pre-Chorus: Reading by the fire, solving every clue The forest hears your whispers, and it’s coming after you Yeah, the forest hears your whispers, and it’s coming after you! Chorus: Hear the rhythm in the timber, hear the beating of the drum The shadow in the forest knows exactly where you’re from He’s taking all the thinkers, with their brilliant, shining heads Drinking down the crimson from the smartest kids in bed! Yeah, the young blood is a vintage that he loves to taste Not a single drop of genius going to waste! Bridge: No use in running, no use in hiding He hears the gears inside your head turning A feast of intellect, a drink of youth Lost in the woods, beyond the truth [Beat speeds back up rapidly] He wants the brightest! He wants the best! Put the genius to the test! Chorus: Hear the rhythm in the timber, hear the beating of the drum The shadow in the forest knows exactly where you’re from He’s taking all the thinkers, with their brilliant, shining heads Drinking down the crimson from the smartest kids in bed! Yeah, the young blood is a vintage that he loves to taste Not a single drop of genius going to waste! Outro: Smart kids... sweet blood... Gone in the woods... Understood...