Deep within foggy knolls of laden dew Where mist rolls over the downs An ancient willow, curtains weeping Charms a forest forever sleeping A sentinel of fear and death he gazes With piercing green eyes, stoney in nature Hiding the paths made by travelers before By it's thorny roots of elders lore His reign to the forests throne grows fiercer Valleys around cower in the shadow of evil Twisting his limbs deep into the ground No man will escape or be found Screaming whispers pass through the hedge In the shadow of the darkened barrows Cold and grey the grass grows still Under the reign of the ancient willow Slip into the forest of old Deep into the heart of malice Follow the path chosen for you Heed it's song of beauty Feel the roots grip your mind A dark mental prison Deceived by the ancient willow A slave to the forests decision