Moonlight paints the cobbled streets
A silver shroud on shadows deep
The wind whispers through ancient walls
Echoing secrets in empty halls

A heart of stone, a soul of dust
Lost in the shadows, I cannot trust
The weight of the world, a crushing tide
In this endless night, where hope has died

A lone crow circles overhead
A watchful eye, a word unsaid
moonlit graveyard, cold and still
Where memories linger, and secrets spill

A flicker of light in the distant tower
A beacon of madness, a fading power
The whispers grow louder
a haunting call
Luring me deeper into the thrall

A heart of stone, a soul of dust
Lost in the shadows, I cannot trust.
weight of the world, a crushing tide
In this endless night
where hope has died
Lost in the dark, forever bound
In this gothic symphony, where sorrow is found

Moonlight paints the cobbled streets
A silver shroud on shadows deep
The wind whispers through ancient walls
Echoing secrets in empty halls