Wyrd - Daughter of the Forest 2. Daughter Of The Forest Daughter of the forest With a pine garland on her head Binded from twigs and thorns Unsightly, yet radiant Beloved of the woods Daughter of the forest With mud and soil on her face But no amount of dirt hide her grace Once revered, now alone Relic from the olden days Her altar was built from the sighs of gods Covered in wild roses, ash and thorns Look into the fire and you'll still see her shape Dancing wildly, winding like a snake Daughter of the forest Beloved of the woods No one calls her name anymore No one stares into the flames anymore Forever lost are the olden ways http://rockerek.hu/