she crawls slowly through the mist
in the forest of demise
where the dark paths turn and twist
hidden from the open skies

once she invites you in
she brings you to your knees
like a thorn across your skin
like the sting of a thousand bees

where secret screams exist
going there would be unwise
the lips of pain are gently kissed
as another victim cries

she lives within the caves
and she crawls beneath the grass
digging shallow graves
for the lives about to pass

she whispers like the wind
blowing through the trees
where she lives within
she is the haunting breeze

if you find yourself in her midst
never look into her eyes
just pretend she doesn't exist
don't be the next who dies