All alone in a dark eerie wood,
I'm walking down the trail,
I hear a voice that cannot be good,
My blood rushes and then I turn pale,
I'm all alone who could it be,
Is some stranger watching me,
In the trees is it there,
What was that thing in my hair,
I can't see not a single thing,
Was it just me,
Now I see a spring,
And the water runs red as can be,
Is it blood I can't tell,
Although, I smell a horrid smell,
I hear something,
It's the bells great tone,
And my flesh rips right down into the bone,
What was it,
What can it be,
I feel it's presence over me,
All alone in a dark eerie wood,
Now I can see it that's not good,
Now I die,
Pass away,
And on this Earth my spirit will stay.
