The Wailing Witch of the Wood
Ooooooooooooooo,
Ooooooooooooooo,
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
Deep in the forest, where the shadows grow tall,
There lives a witch with a sorrowful call.
Her heart was once warm, but the world turned cold,
Now she weeps for revenge as the nights unfold.
[Instrumental]
*(Pre-Chorus)*
Her voice haunts the wind, her tears stain the leaves,
A curse on the village, for the life she grieves.
Each Halloween night, her cries fill the air,
Bringing misfortune to all who dare.
*(Chorus)*
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
[Instrumental]
*(Verse 2)*
Ooooooooooooooo,
She once loved a man from the town below,
But they burned her alive for the magic she'd show.
Now her spirit remains, bound to the trees,
A wailing ghost, never at ease.
[Instrumental]
[Pre-Chorus]
Her love was lost, her heart turned to dust,
And now her revenge is fueled by mistrust.
She haunts the woods with a mournful cry,
Asking why she was left to die.
[Chorus 2]
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
[Instrumental]
[Bridge]
Ooooooooooooooo,
Her wail chills the bones, her eyes burn with rage,
She's trapped in a forest that's become her cage.
The trees twist and bend at the sound of her voice,
A ghostly lament that leaves you no choice.
[Instrumental]
[Final Chorus]
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
Ooooooooooooooo
[Instrumental]
[end]
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The Wailing Witch of the Wood
Ooooooooooooooo,
Ooooooooooooooo,
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
Deep in the forest, where the shadows grow tall,
There lives a witch with a sorrowful call.
Her heart was once warm, but the world turned cold,
Now she weeps for revenge as the nights unfold.
[Instrumental]
*(Pre-Chorus)*
Her voice haunts the wind, her tears stain the leaves,
A curse on the village, for the life she grieves.
Each Halloween night, her cries fill the air,
Bringing misfortune to all who dare.
*(Chorus)*
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
[Instrumental]
*(Verse 2)*
Ooooooooooooooo,
She once loved a man from the town below,
But they burned her alive for the magic she'd show.
Now her spirit remains, bound to the trees,
A wailing ghost, never at ease.
[Instrumental]
[Pre-Chorus]
Her love was lost, her heart turned to dust,
And now her revenge is fueled by mistrust.
She haunts the woods with a mournful cry,
Asking why she was left to die.
[Chorus 2]
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
[Instrumental]
[Bridge]
Ooooooooooooooo,
Her wail chills the bones, her eyes burn with rage,
She's trapped in a forest that's become her cage.
The trees twist and bend at the sound of her voice,
A ghostly lament that leaves you no choice.
[Instrumental]
[Final Chorus]
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
Ooooooooooooooo
[Instrumental]
[end]
Ooooooooooooooo,
Ooooooooooooooo,
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
Deep in the forest, where the shadows grow tall,
There lives a witch with a sorrowful call.
Her heart was once warm, but the world turned cold,
Now she weeps for revenge as the nights unfold.
[Instrumental]
*(Pre-Chorus)*
Her voice haunts the wind, her tears stain the leaves,
A curse on the village, for the life she grieves.
Each Halloween night, her cries fill the air,
Bringing misfortune to all who dare.
*(Chorus)*
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
[Instrumental]
*(Verse 2)*
Ooooooooooooooo,
She once loved a man from the town below,
But they burned her alive for the magic she'd show.
Now her spirit remains, bound to the trees,
A wailing ghost, never at ease.
[Instrumental]
[Pre-Chorus]
Her love was lost, her heart turned to dust,
And now her revenge is fueled by mistrust.
She haunts the woods with a mournful cry,
Asking why she was left to die.
[Chorus 2]
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
[Instrumental]
[Bridge]
Ooooooooooooooo,
Her wail chills the bones, her eyes burn with rage,
She's trapped in a forest that's become her cage.
The trees twist and bend at the sound of her voice,
A ghostly lament that leaves you no choice.
[Instrumental]
[Final Chorus]
The Wailing Witch of the Wood cries loud,
Her voice like a storm, her pain like a shroud.
Beware the trees when the moon's full and bright,
Or you'll hear her sorrow and lose your light.
Her curse is a wound that will never heal,
Her wailing song, a nightmare so real.
Ooooooooooooooo
[Instrumental]
[end]
Writer: Bruce Alan Marcom
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC