Anabelle
Anabelle
Frosted through her Bones
On that cold and dreadful Night
Naked on a Blanket for all to se
Her Eyes were open wide.
And her Hands were clenched in Fists
On the Night Anabelle died the River froze.
Id never seen such Savagery in my Life
Her Skull cracked open
By the Axe still planted in her Brains
A gentle Man in every of his Ways
He declared his Love to me
His hardened Hands stroke my Hair and when we kissed
Tears were flowing in his Eyes
I was only twelve
and I did not know the Bride
But of the Groom I'd heard the Spell. Oh Annabelle...
Sacha was his Name
No one had ever heard him speak
But on that Night the River froze I heard him scream
Once he came from Russia
as a young and troubled Man
He did not seek the Glory
No, Sacha sought the Quiet of the Woods
In our Cabin in the deepest Wilderness
I loved my Sacha every Night
He gave me Comfort and he never raised his Voice
But on that Night He raised his Axe
They never found the Answers
To the Mayhem in the Woods
But you should never seek that dark and hidden Place
Cause If you ever find the Cabin of them two
Then youll be haunted by the Terrors from the Night when the River froze
Writer/s: Asgeir Eide-Olsen
