Lyrics

Shadows creep where light recedes Your whispers haunting in the breeze With every clang, the chills, they spread This xylophone plays notes of dread Hold your breath, don't make a sound Eerie echoes all around A silhouette against night's face Your silhouette, a ghostly trace Fingers strike with fearful grace This melody of our chilling chase Keep your wits, and stay profound Phantoms waltz to this haunted sound In the gloom, our hearts it reads Our darkest truths, it plants like seeds Violins weep, they start to thread Through the story of the hearts that bled Tread softly, 'neath the waning moon As whispers rise to a fevered croon