Covered in white, A Snow Witch's dream, The horses breathe at utmost difficulty
A drip of red that's falling down, leaving it's mark on these frozen grounds
We see it move, under hooded rags, the wretch it laughs, as lifeless bodies move and drag
She feasts upon the dead
Motherfucking bowstaff
A scream that brings us to our knees, coming from this hag
We tried to approach, under quiet feet, but the smell of the dead made us then spit and gag
Her eyes gone white, standing over her ominous cave
In this blood forest
It wastes no time toward our demise as it stares upon us helpless, yet it lets out a cry
no longer a watchful eye, as an axe doth slice it
The figure does shriek, but all too weak, as we yell and rise to our feet
Burn this bitch
Quick on your feet, past burning meat, not let emotion slow our stride
From this now dead wood, raise your hoods, for the deadly branches we must brush aside
They shall see this from the mountaintops, it emits a bright orange glare
Let all that know of this place, let the flames burn
This forest is now a tomb
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