The White Lady, Pt. 3 - Between the Trees - Silverlane
You are alone
As you're walking through the night
You're creeping quietly
Until you find a place that's right
A place between the trees
Will give eternal peace
To those who die
And to you
You dig a hole
And you bury them into the ground
As deep as you can
Make sure they won't be found
There's a voice inside your head
The language of the dead
It speaks to you
That's what it says
YOU'RE A MURDERER
