Halfway come, on my life's journey,
I had strayed from my home town,
and I knew not where I headed,
when an eerie thought came through my mind:

It was there I met her, on the hill,
a long cool breeze blew in her hair.
She gazed at me with cold despair --
my heart stopped and time stood still.

I had tried to disremember,
that sad tale, us inbetween,
but when she loomed, right there above me,
I could feel her anger flame.

Her ashgrey eyes burned me like embers,
and I shook in sheer dismay,
I saw the fields below that hilltop,
and knew ill-fate had brought me there.

I had stumbled upon the one place,
where I'd sworn to not return,
and when I frightened started walking,
a grumbling laughter filled the air.

When I passed she leaned against me,
"you will burn, for what you did",
and as I turned and looked behind me,
she was gone but for a mist.

And in that mist, I have been walking,
looking for my lost home town,
but I am damned, that is for certain,
and that sad girl's the reason why.