The pale sunlight shone
Like ladders down the trees
The beasts of the night had gone

replaced by the humming of bees

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Her path was well prepared
She knew where she wanted to go

Not knowing though if she dared

Her paces had started to slow

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

The cracking sound of a branch

Made her startle and give up a cry

Continued as if in a trance
But a tear had appeared in her eye

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Such forceful gravitational pull

That place in the forest presented

Even though her life was full
That power was unprecedented

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

It grabbed her without a warning

Twisted and bent her thought

Midnight replaced the bright morning
Her captor she never fought

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Though strange and slightly deform
His presence itself was enough

His touch was a violent storm

Soon her old self she would slough

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Totally transformed she was

When they found her the coming day
Her hands had turned into claws

And her soul had been taken away

Moþor bewépeþ
þu þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Underhingest