Blood Forest by Dethlehem
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
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