Yaga

Descending through the forest
Light lit by the mob
Felt deaths hungry hand
Dealt by a benevolent god

Hate lives in the soil
Where those trees now grow
Root's like talons clutching at the earth
And the wind that howls

She crawled into the earth
But Hell spat her back out
Flew to the top of a silver birch
Set her eyes on the town

Now she spins the forest floor right beneath our feet
Keep your back to the woods child
And your front to me



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Kilcrease
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