The Woodlands
The Woodlands
The woodlands are laughing
The woodlands are real
Walk with me, walk with me
Feel what I feel
The woodlands are dying
The woodlands are black
Fairies and Saytrs
Are under attack
The woodlands are pleading
The woodlands are lost
Cometh the wizard
His heart made of frost
A China Doll cries
For pain that she feels
The blood from the woodlands
Spills onto the fields
The woodlands are burning
Burning like hell
The China Doll sprawls
And lays where she fell
The woodlands are lost
They are all gone now
Off in the distance
The demons do howl
Walk with me, walk with me
Feel what I feel.....
The woodlands are laughing
The woodlands are real
Walk with me, walk with me
Feel what I feel
The woodlands are dying
The woodlands are black
Fairies and Saytrs
Are under attack
The woodlands are pleading
The woodlands are lost
Cometh the wizard
His heart made of frost
A China Doll cries
For pain that she feels
The blood from the woodlands
Spills onto the fields
The woodlands are burning
Burning like hell
The China Doll sprawls
And lays where she fell
The woodlands are lost
They are all gone now
Off in the distance
The demons do howl
Walk with me, walk with me
Feel what I feel.....
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