The Forgotten Village
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
In a village forsaken, where the ruins lie bare,
A wraith roams the streets in the cold midnight air.
Once a thriving hamlet, now lost to decay,
The wraith seeks the truth of why it was taken away.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
The village was cursed by a vengeful spell,
Left to wither and die in a ghostly shell.
Each Halloween night, the wraith walks alone,
Searching for answers in a land overgrown.
[Chorus 1]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 2]
The houses are crumbling, the streets overgrown,
Echoes of laughter now hauntingly unknown.
The wraith's whispers linger where the memories fade,
Seeking the truth in the spectral charade.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He searches for the cause of the village's plight,
For the magic that cursed it on that fateful night.
Each Halloween eve, he roams through the mist,
Hoping to find what the shadows insist.
[Chorus 2]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Bridge]
The village's ghosts are a story untold,
A lament of the past in the moon's cold fold.
The wraith's search for the truth is a tireless quest,
For a past long gone and a village laid to rest.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[End]
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English
The Forgotten Village
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
In a village forsaken, where the ruins lie bare,
A wraith roams the streets in the cold midnight air.
Once a thriving hamlet, now lost to decay,
The wraith seeks the truth of why it was taken away.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
The village was cursed by a vengeful spell,
Left to wither and die in a ghostly shell.
Each Halloween night, the wraith walks alone,
Searching for answers in a land overgrown.
[Chorus 1]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 2]
The houses are crumbling, the streets overgrown,
Echoes of laughter now hauntingly unknown.
The wraith's whispers linger where the memories fade,
Seeking the truth in the spectral charade.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He searches for the cause of the village's plight,
For the magic that cursed it on that fateful night.
Each Halloween eve, he roams through the mist,
Hoping to find what the shadows insist.
[Chorus 2]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Bridge]
The village's ghosts are a story untold,
A lament of the past in the moon's cold fold.
The wraith's search for the truth is a tireless quest,
For a past long gone and a village laid to rest.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[End]
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
In a village forsaken, where the ruins lie bare,
A wraith roams the streets in the cold midnight air.
Once a thriving hamlet, now lost to decay,
The wraith seeks the truth of why it was taken away.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
The village was cursed by a vengeful spell,
Left to wither and die in a ghostly shell.
Each Halloween night, the wraith walks alone,
Searching for answers in a land overgrown.
[Chorus 1]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 2]
The houses are crumbling, the streets overgrown,
Echoes of laughter now hauntingly unknown.
The wraith's whispers linger where the memories fade,
Seeking the truth in the spectral charade.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He searches for the cause of the village's plight,
For the magic that cursed it on that fateful night.
Each Halloween eve, he roams through the mist,
Hoping to find what the shadows insist.
[Chorus 2]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Bridge]
The village's ghosts are a story untold,
A lament of the past in the moon's cold fold.
The wraith's search for the truth is a tireless quest,
For a past long gone and a village laid to rest.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Wraith of the Forgotten Village, beware,
Wanders through the ruins with a mournful stare.
His heart is a relic of a time long past,
As he seeks to uncover the shadows that last.
So tread with caution when the moon is high,
For the wraith's sorrow can bring a tear to the eye.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[End]
Writer: Bruce Alan Marcom
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC