Lady Of The Wind

Whispered

Frozen figure stands in the storm
 Flakes of snow embrace the essence of her earthly form
 Her eerie song heard through dales and mountains far away
 Brings a curse on those who dare to listen

 Floating above the plains she wanders in her realm
 Hearing screams of her prey draw closer
 She gazes upon the fields where battle rages eternally
 Waiting for warriors weakened to fall in her arms

 In their eyes they saw her presence grim float above the ice
 Wounded still they crawled towards her call
 They hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
 But the storm grew strong as they closed her figure

 Cursed be this woman
 The lady of the wind

 Night casts its shadow on the field of battle
 Few still breathing but the air turns cold
 She appeared like a spirit of death
 Blizzard veil in ground around her
 Embracing the last of the living with her hands
 Young and cold as ice

 In our eyes we saw her presence grim float above the ice
 Wounded still we crawled towards her call
 We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
 But the storm grew strong as we closed her figure

 Cursed be this woman
 The lady of the wind

 In our eyes we saw her presence grim float above the ice
 Wounded still we crawled towards her call
 We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
 As we reached her gown we felt her hands slowly sweeping our lives away