'There in evening-light she stands on the bog
Sings a magic-song and combs her hair
And with enticing calls so beautiful she kisses your soul
And says that she only wants you to be well
But if you would rest in faery-circles, on flat rocks and in forest
You can be assured that she soon took your life
So beautiful and harmless, but she carries evil
A dark atmosphere broods in her'
Translation from the song Vid Skogstjärnen Står by Otyg.