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
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
