The path leads deeper still, Charming thrill, Atop the green hill lay a cross, A life of death, eaten by a gray moss.
A ditch is outlined by rosy flowers, Deadly bloom Everything beyond is out of your powers, Slyther away
Atop the hill the cross topples over Hell bent Nobody dared to pass the ditch to rescue a former lover Spineless
The cross lay toppled still Playing ill You dare confront death for someone who fell for a feeling? Just to not feel devoid of all feeling
The forest sleeps, and he within The forest secret keeps, behind doors of wooden steel The forest preys on those who dare outlie alone and plead despair.