this song was written while is was tripping and staring at this album cover and is the story of the figure in black

The woman on the Heath
Comes from the ancient mill
Her rejected desire held
by the oldest of walls

She herself bound
By the most ancient of laws
She will have her revenge
Upon those who scorned

The oaks are her generals,
The thorns her pawns.
Her black cloak armour
To shield her from her lost amour

She can wait here forever
among the ash, elm and bramble
the stones to defend her
from that which she mourns.
Last edited by sillybuuger12 at Jun 15, 2006,