Wychbury Hill

A blinding glow burning from depths of the forest
That man does not know
Emerges a girl, her origin unknown
Her story yet to be told
Let’s go poaching out in the woods
Beyond the old Hill Fort
The forbidden forest of Elms
Climbing the treetops
Only to see the skull of a girl
Then she stared right back at me!
Drifting on forth in the moonlight
And how did this soul come to be?
An innocent victim of torment
Becomes the executioner!
And vengeance will be served
For what they’ve done to me
In the Wych Elm
Run from the Hill Fort
Between you and me
The Queen of the Wych Elm
The Temptress has been set free
Let us tell no one
For we were not meant to be there
Let us tell no one of Bella
Bella from in the Wych Elm