26 September 2012
The woods are calling me tonight, They're singing to me, soft, Voices latent on the air, Below, aside, aloft.
The woods are calling me tonight, I don't quite understand, My feet move of their own accord, Doesn't matter where they land.
The woods are calling me tonight, My eyes are blank but wide, I know for when I enter them, I'm in for such a ride.
Witchery and witchcraft, Vampires and fangs, Werewolves and shifting limbs, Magic-hungry pangs.
The woods are calling me tonight, I'll answer them right now, I don't know why they're calling me, And I don't know how.
Call Of The Woods. • Opuss № I