Blood Ceremony - Mossy Wood

She lay down in the mossy wood
In the town of Gorran Haven
And the bells rang out to save her

All spare hands, they came out to look
They came searching for the maiden
In the grounds of Gorran Haven

She lay down in the mossy wood
In the town of Gorran Haven
And the bells rang out to save her

Her dress soaked up the mossy dew
To the sound of woeful cries
And the sun began to rise

The townsfolk were talking in a tone so hushed
Of a tale, of a town, of Gorran Haven where a maiden was taken
By the beckoning winds from the south
The darkness stepped in and enveloped her form
She struggled a little, not lived there a strongman that could pry her
From the tightening grip of her fate

Now she's dancing and laughing with tears aflame
In the darkness she is luminous
In the place whence she was taken
In Gorran Haven
Lays a stone inscribed "Fare Thee Well"