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A blinding glow burning from depths of the forest
That man does not know
Emerges a girl, her origin unknown
Her story yet to be told.

Let's go poaching out in the woods
Beyond the old Hill Fort
The forbidden forest of Elms

Climbing the treetops
Only to see the skull of a girl
Then she stared right back at me!

Drifting on forth in the moonlight
And how did this soul come to be?
An innocent victim of torment
Becomes the executioner!

And vengeance will be served
For what they've done to me.

In the Wych Elm

Run from the Hill Fort
Between you and me
The Queen of the Wych Elm,
The Temptress has been set free.

Let us tell no one
For we were not meant to be there
Let us tell no one of Bella
Bella from in the Wych Elm.

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