She walks through with such little fright
She moves now with purity
Won't be scared with any movement
Love is in her heart
Hate is in her tears

Sorrow on her lips
Evil embraces her dreary skin
Smiles are to the past
Her weakened soul is our fault

She walks through the forest
Waiting and wondering for happiness
Speaking in tongues of lies

Blood runs down her lips
Stained dresses of past murders
The gods cry and the silence weeps
Scared and lost with nothing else

Her dress stained from the ground
The ground of dying men and children
Skies open as the graves are summoned
Souls are returned to those who got them taken away

She walks through the fog
Leaving trails of mist
Leaving behind all her beauty
Staying within her own dream
Her own nightmare