Next to the town of Wold
Was a highground woodland
From this forest was told
To be a spirit of high demand
One day, the town of Wold
Was out of tributes to be given.
And so, this spirit of old
Let her wrath awaken
Amongst the townfolk, she chose at random
For a body to be taken
Now none would fathom
Where she was hidden
During the day she touched people
Who would take part in her game
At night they would assemble
One of them, she'd light aflame
In town, a cult was born
They worshipped the spirit of fire
Through methods most dire
To town an spirit, they were a thorn
Yet, there also was another
To town and cult, a great danger
All he wanted, was to kill the Lady
Little did he know, she'd only take his sanity