Dreamscape

Along a winding path she’s walked a thousand times
Beneath the giant oaks that reached up to the skies
A silent stranger stood and offered out his hand
They smoked the magic herb then flew to different lands
With twilight upon them they consummate in the evening breeze
Then suddenly he leaves

She lives on the highland see her move among the trees
Twisting shapes and casting shadows
Till the nightwing calls her name

They fly the dark horizon across the black mountainside
Illuminate in the moonlight they ride they ride
To the sacred sabbat site

She wakes with the sunrise
To the crowing of the ****
She is drenched in a cold cold sweat
Riding hard atop the horn

She stalks the distant highway weary travelers fall prey
Sacrifice the crossroads she strikes in the dead of night
Let the blood run down her face