Ghostwoods are hidden in the darkest lands
Far beyond the mountains way across the valley
At The Church of Broken Hearts
You pray to find a safe way back into the woods
But the snow blurred off the road
And Father Winter knows your sins
I belong where lots of good men were torn off forgotten
But you come from summer lands
Where dry winds kill the storms It kills my sons
Ghostwoods are hidden in the darkest lands
Far beyond the mountains way across the valley