Descending through the forest Light lit by the mob Felt deaths hungry hand Dealt by a benevolent god Hate lives in the soil Where those trees now grow Root's like talons clutching at the earth And the wind that howls She crawled into the earth But Hell spat her back out Flew to the top of a silver birch Set her eyes on the town Now she spins the forest floor right beneath our feet Keep your back to the woods child And your front to me