Lady of the Wind - Whispered

Frozen figure stands in the storm

Flakes of snow embrace the essence of her earthly form

Her eerie song heard through dales and mountains far away

Brings a curse on those who dare to listen

Floating above the plains she wanders in her realm

Hearing screams of her prey draw closer

She gazes upon the fields where battle rages eternally

Waiting for warriors weakened to fall in her arms

In their eyes they saw her presence grim float above the ice

Wounded still they crawled towards her call

They hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure

But the storm grew strong as they closed her figure

Cursed be this woman

The lady of the wind

Night casts its shadow on the field of battle

Few still breathing but the air turns cold

She appeared like a spirit of death

Blizzard veil in ground around her

Embracing the last of the living with her hands

Young and cold as ice

In our eyes we saw her presence grim float above the ice

Wounded still we crawled towards her call

We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure

But the storm grew strong as we closed her figure

Cursed be this woman

The lady of the wind

In our eyes we saw her presence grim float above the ice

Wounded still we crawled towards her call

We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure

As we reached her gown we felt her hands slowly sweeping our lives away