Alone in the soul of this void She feels your fears in silence She follows the shadows of your life She calls the creatures of this lost land The sons of sorrow and filth The sons of death
Walk on the heart of the mother She digs Deep as the scars on her flesh Under the rust of the edge She breaths Under the earth and the trees
Her silent voice Her distant eyes That no one hears or sees
She rises from legends and old tales She dances in a circle of fowers She feeds with your nightmares and blood She follows the call of the wood
Run through this wood of despair She screams Freezing the tears in her eyes Into the embrace of her grave She sleeps Under the dust and the filth
Her silent voice Her distant eyes That no one hears or see