The Lake in the Woods - Denial of God

Restless birds haunt the air this night

Sordid water like a cauldron bright

Moonlit trees pale in swirling mist

Branches entwine like shadows that kiss

The lake at the crossroads is cursed they say

The air is damp and smells of decay

A song as clear as the candle you lit

Listen with care but don’t follow it

Stagnant water, a terror in the deep

A dark shadow lurking, they fear what it keeps

Roaming in the water in rotten rags

The ghostly presence of the ancient hag

Dragged from her hut out through the gate

Thrown into the deep, her watery grave

100 years ago, now the time has come

The witch has returned to sing her song

Her enchanting voice rides on a breeze

To every small child sound asleep

The murky water hides the cursed past

In the twilight the children start to amass

At night the children walk to the woods

Their eyes are glassed and free from all sin

Her hands outstretched like branches of the trees

Hexed by the song, then she lures them in