Forest of the Undead
Wandering through the forest of the undeadthe love that once captured hearts has now bled
feeding on the living , the dead have never been so unforgiving
rising from their graves, death of the mortal night betrayed
I can now see the bloodstains fade, the dead now rise up to be saved
A cemetery surrounded by trees, deep in the woods , where death no longer bleeds. Thirteen graves set in a circle where spirits are now free.
The dead now walk again, within this forest you can hear the dead cry
Where life ends a new chapter begins, in a forest of the undead, spirits fly
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