“We didn’t want to go, we didn’t want to kill them, but it’s persistent
Silence and outstretched arms horrified and comforted us at the same
Through constant fear, lingering paranoia
I cannot understand how others found comfort within. Taking all we know;
Destroying every shred. By persistence from another dimension we beg for…
For the dead woods. Invite us in with open arms!
Interests peaked and the search conducted, you sold your time. x2
Wake in these woods, blinded by fear. Brought by the one, whos face is
Identity hidden, his true name unwritten and thoughts about him will have
Expecting a surviving tale of what shall not be escaped. Sleep in paranoia.
Arise in sweat. Acknowledgment leading to agony. Your death is your own.
A menace with a preference, domain, attire!
The White King reigns in thoughts of terror
The White King reigns inside of your mind
Stumbling upon this evil sight; bodies of children impaled; sickening! You
Turn to run away but then you hear something that stops you dead in your
Tracks. You turn around to see what it could be, but no one is there;
Start running as fast as you can!
Stop my torment
In the dead woods! x2