Lord Vicar Running Into A Burning House
I was hoping for a better life with my children and a
loving wife
When I woke up to find her gone I knew her longing had
been too strong
I summoned people to help me out to find the Demon riding
Black Old Goat
But they did not ever listen, they hunt my dear who still
is missing
My restless love has truly fallen but her memory haunts
me every day
The old Forest God is still running, and on our ruins
there grows a tree
In our lives we shared some moments, still it seemed so
hard to stay
Now I want to keep on tracking the Forest Demon, can't
you see?
Hunters gathered in the wilderness, hysteric children
start to confess
As we reach out we hear the screams, her tortured eyes
rule my horrid dreams
Running forward as fast as I can, behind me the hunters
fear the dawn of man
And even if they follow me, our burning house will set
her free
