Wildwood’s Lament

The branches scratch, the shadows grow Through frozen moss,

I run alone

My gown is torn,

my breath is cold

An ancient terror, newly told

I hear them calling out my name (no,

no, no) They bring the iron,

bring the flame

Run, run, through the pines

Leave the quiet

life behind

No shelter in

this deep design

Only winter, cold and blind

(ahhh, ahhh)

My boots are lost,

the sharp stones bite

A fleeting phantom in the night

There is no trial,

there is no grace

Just empty woods, a hiding place

Oh, let the forest hold me tight

And cover me in endless night

(save me

now)

Run, run, through the pines Leave the quiet life behind No shelter

in

this deep design

Only winter, cold and blind

Lost in the pines... (lost...)