Entry 303: Songs Of Warning: Her Ghost

Call ye to the mountains

Call ye to the stone

Call ye to your Gods

It matters not…

For you are forever alone

Cry to the Heavens

Pray to Hell

None of them can save you


Her Ghost

She’ll feast upon your flesh

Pick apart your bones

Piece together your skin

Wear it among the living…

All will think you live

Dead you’ll most certainly be

Feast upon your families,

She will surely do with glee!

There is no hope

There is no prayer

Wander into her woods

Your soul will suffer the price

Not God nor man

Can save you


-Her Ghost-