There's footsteps in the fallen leaves That whisper through the trees, But no one walks the path I see When shadows start to creep. The...

There's a place where the past whispers on the wind, Where shadows hold secrets of what might have been. Listen close as I tell you a...

Deep in the hollows where the fog hangs low, In a cabin of pine where wild roses grow, Lives the one they call the Witch of Black...