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Who Put Bella in the Wych Elm?

This song was created for Game of Bands round 213 : "Imaginary Cult Themes"

Lyrics:

Sweetened scent of something rotten
Bundled up in silks and cotton
Veiled, concealed, a ghastly rite
Witnessed only by the hounds of night
We've done the scrying, we know it's true
Splash of crimson with the morning dew
The grove is empty, it's in her hand
Magic to restore the land

Bella
You are the seed
Bella
We'll watch you grow

Crown of dirt and webs and feathers
Bestowed upon her by forest dwellers
Natterjack toads that blast and blight
Sing the hymns that spirits write
Across the leas, the wind it drones
Carrying off the secret of her bones
The stones don't speak, the elm won't talk
Of all the places that we all walk

Bella
You are the seed
Bella
We'll watch you grow

The specter and the shade
Doom and bloom
The soil and savagery
Doom and bloom
Doom and bloom

Da nobis terram
Quo indiget
Nam quae germinare
Quaedam quae oportet fieri

Bella
You are the seed
Bella
We'll watch you grow

The specter and the shade
The soil and savagery
It’s doom and bloom
Doom and bloom
[Exit]

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