Amongst the wynd the death doth speak
Of evil screams and secrets deep
Of pain and passion, rage and love
dark magic in the skies above
Wicked evil children cry
Of love they thought would never die
of pain so deep it cuts within
The souls of loved ones thats never been
Deep in the hearts of all whos lost
come creep with me,its free no cost
show you places that will burn in your mind
"dont trust her" , shes not that kind
she'll take your soul without a glance
make you see things, put you in a trance
she'll burn the magic from your heart
Shes been around, right from the start
In the wynd they say you can hear
the tears shes shed for one so near
A soul she stole, without love
A soul she wore like a winters glove
The dead doth speak to her at night
in dreams and nightmares,there is no light
but the magic of the wynd is what makes her live on
She'll steal your soul, then be gone
so hush little babys and dont be weak
For amongst the wynd,
the dead doth speak.~~
VioletWhispers...®
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