Myrkviðr Lyrics & Chords By Dismal Beeches

She walked down the Pine Rd. at six She looked as she missed something or someone As she passed the barn, I gazed At the devilish way those gold locks were made She entered the woods from the side, Left the old crib behind, and gone out of sight She never made it back home, We knew all along that there's something wrong. The heart of the woods was so dense, I used my sixth sense to get through the trees She stood at the edge of the woods, She did all she could, but she lost her strength As the sun plunged down from the cliff, Her body got stiff, and her eyes petrified She never made it back home, We knew all along that there's something wrong.