Terrible days ahead,
Scary roads ahead,
Chilling winds already,
What great banquet to Ms Koin,
For 7 years since her sleep,
She is awake, and needs to be fed.

Oh clueless lovers,
Oh clueless youth
Tonight this cabin in the woods,
Shall cringe to her hooves,
Once in love herself,
Betrayed by a friend,
Smacked to the base,
Buried half dead,
What great recipe for doom,
Upon those who call that cabin she died in,
Haven.

She is Ms Koin,
She is abominable,
Reeking of rotten flesh,
Skin so pale,
Eyes so dark, seems like the devil's rest

She walks upon the wooden floors,
With a terrifying sound to every step,
Sound so hollow, sound so far
Sound so engulfing,
The sound of death,
When you hear this,
you are paralysed,
When you hear this,
a prayer should suffice,
God receive your soul,
oh clueless lovers,
Behold your damnation,

Behold Ms Koin.