WYRD - THE PALE AND THE DEAD lyrics

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In the woods not far from here, stands an age old dead tree

On a meadow once green, nothing grows now

They used to hang people from this oak, or so they legend claims

Beneath the shadows of these branches, witches and heretics have burned

The ground is dead and stained black with blood,

the sorrow of centuries it bears

No man, bird or beast dares to wander here

Even during daylight hours darkness always seems to be near

The soil is poisonous and swarming with snakes

Oh, I tell you, it's a cursed place

Here meet the pale and the dead, here the most coldhearted will dread

The pale and the dead, ghosts from times long gone

Relics of past dread, they walk beyond the sun

When the night falls, the mist rises from the depths of the dead, cursed soil

Damned, forgotten souls, centuries of old,

wake from their cursed sleep of empty eternity

The pale and the dead

wretched souls that prey on living flesh

The pale and the dead,

souls unset, forever doomed to haunt

The pale and the dead,

beyond dawn and daylight the stalk