Verse:
Beneath the sullen skies of midnight, where the winds do wail and sigh,
There lies a land of mournful twilight, where forgotten spirits lie.
Glimmering eyes of spectral sorrow, haunt the path that I must follow,
Through the mire, and through the hollow, where the stars refuse to fly.
Is it fate or mere illusion, that I tread this darkened shore?
In the shadows of the dreaded moor.
Chorus:
Hear the whispers of the ages, penned in long-forgotten pages,
Ghostly voices from the cages, where the light of hope is poor.
Echoes of the nameless, calling, in the night, like teardrops falling,
Through the gloom, my soul enthralling, in this place forevermore.
In the shadows of the dreaded moor.
Verse:
Each step taken, hearts are breaking, in the fog that’s ever shaking,
Lost in dreams and undertakings, fraught with dread and ancient lore.
Phantoms weep with hollow laughter, haunting now and ever after,
As I tread the path of shattered, memories I can’t ignore.
What dark secrets lie in waiting, past the veil of sorrow’s door?
In the shadows of the dreaded moor.
Bridge:
Through the veil of night, I’m searching, past the bounds of earthly yearning,
In the depths where fear is churning, and the light can find no shore.
There the raven’s call is echoing, through the pines, the mist, the beckoning,
In the silence, truth is reckoning, as my spirit’s cries implore.
In the shadows of the dreaded moor.
Chorus:
Hear the whispers of the ages, penned in long-forgotten pages,
Ghostly voices from the cages, where the light of hope is poor.
Echoes of the nameless, calling, in the night, like teardrops falling,
Through the gloom, my soul enthralling, in this place forevermore.
In the shadows of the dreaded moor.
Verse:
Through the mists, the past is weaving, tales of loss and souls deceiving,
In the night, the heart is grieving, for the peace that came before.
Yet within this ghostly region, I am bound to fate’s dark legion,
In the night’s eternal season, haunted by the shadows’ lore.
“Will I find release,” I ponder, “from this ceaseless, aching core?”
In the shadows of the dreaded moor.
Outro:
As the twilight fades to sorrow, and the night begets tomorrow,
With a heart no more to borrow, from the light I now deplore.
In this place of endless grieving, where no dawn will find its leaving,
I am bound, forever weaving, through the shadows evermore.
In the shadows of the dreaded moor.