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Be careful when passing through the old forest. A gothic folk warning song from a time long gone. #darkfolk #gothicfolk #darkfantasymusic #faeries #faerie #fairytales #echoesintheash Lyrics: Amidst the ancient oaks, where shadows softly creep, A rogue faerie dances, on secrets she will keep. With laughter like the wind, and eyes that spark like coal, She weaves her wicked spells to ensnare the travelers' souls. Oh, wander not too far, from the old forest road, Where the moonlight fades to darkness, and the burdened hearts grow cold. For her whispers wrap around you, like a shroud of twisted dreams, In the glade where shadows linger, it’s not always as it seems. Beneath the twisted branches, where the wildflowers loom, She beckons with a promise, then seals their fate in gloom. With a flick of her cold hand, she wrenches joy from mirth, And the lost meander endlessly, forsaken by the earth. Oh, wander not too far, from the old forest road, Where the moonlight fades to darkness, and the burdened hearts grow cold. For her whispers wrap around you, like a shroud of twisted dreams, In the glade where shadows linger, it’s not always as it seems. A child once came a-calling, with innocence so bright, He chased the glow of her lantern, through the veil of night. But the faerie spun her magic, with a smirk upon her face, And the boy became a shadow, lost in her dark embrace. So heed the tales of elders, who warn of her deceit, For beauty’s just a cover, and cruelty's hidden sweet. In the glimmer of the twilight, where the forest meets the sky, The rogue faerie’s laughter rings, as the lost sheep amble by. Oh, wander not too far, from the old forest road, Where the moonlight fades to darkness, and the burdened hearts grow cold. For her whispers wrap around you, like a shroud of twisted dreams, In the glade where shadows linger, it’s not always as it seems. So grab the hand of caution, tread softly on your way, For the rogue faerie watches, and delights in your dismay. In the stillness of the forest, where the nightingale laments, Beware the charming darkness; it's a fate that’s not pretense. 🔔 Subscribe to join the circle and hear new songs of mystery, memory, and shadow.