By the light of the waning moon three sisters fly with the crow

upon wings born from esoteric spellcraft which few are to know

converging from different directions to weave a fate of woe

as cloud banks obscure all light from the world,

a witch's seed begins to soe



Of names unspeakable and strange

beguiling dreams with fear unknown

a whisper creeping like mist through the heart

of mortal dreams, her name you'll never know



This world of man's unrest, false gods they enthrone

as the forests, moon and earth gasp a vengeful moan



At the summit the cauldron stirred

Effigies of their leaders burned

a dark trinity turned to the sky

cursing all who walk the path of selfish human pride



As the dawn breaks through the clouds, a woman child i born

with a will of fire she walks the earth

a curse for a mortal's scorn



A destiny written of wood and blood



Now a young girl walks in the woods, and speaks to the ravens above

'I shall be the undoing of men'

She screamed aloud, and a clap of thunder unrolled

from that moment on was a destiny written of wood and blood



Her will was to know the land, and from its growth to master the magick

and pass into the nether forever!

mysteries held safe by the trees

as she passed into the nether forever!



Now she haunts the dreams of mortal men

her presence stabbing like a dagger of the blackest arts



Nevermore will the see her again

yet feel her caress as their last dying breath



A destiny written of wood and blood