If you go in the woods tonight,
Turn back before the dreadful sight,
The dreadful sight will give you a fright,
The sight of the Widow's Tomb.
The Widow was a gentle soul,
A kind soul, A merciful soul,
But widow was a weak soul,
And it ended before it bloomed
But now she is a wicked soul,
A evil soul, a demon soul,
And now she is a reckless soul,
To much blood for her to consume,
So enter not her precious land,
Her nature land, her sacred land,
Do not enter her beautiful land
Or surly you will meet your doom.
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