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