In this place there is no sun
No light at all, just eerie darkness
Narrow paths are marked between the trees
In this place, there lurks and unspoken evil
The demon of old, lives off the blood
Of pure young flesh, whom enter his wood
But he won't take you from me
Though it his end
And I fight
I fight for you
I want to heal
Heal whomever comes this way of death
In one hand I clutch a stake
My other clutches you
Farther and deeper we go
Into the forest, from wence no one returns
