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
From…
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
…From…
-Her Ghost-
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