The Haunted Keep
[Pipe Organ]
[Verse 1]
On the edge of the moor stands a fortress so old,
With walls made of shadow, its halls damp and cold.
No fires burn bright in its chambers of stone,
For the keep is forsaken, its lords overthrown.
But every year when the harvest moon's light
Glows pale on the land, casting silver in night,
The ghosts of the keep rise up from the past,
To dance with the winds in a sorrowful blast.
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[Chorus]
In the Haunted Keep, where the dead still reign,
Echoes of whispers, a mournful refrain.
The spirits of noble and servant alike,
Roam through the night till the break of dawn's light.
Beware, traveler, stay far from its gate,
For those who enter may seal their own fate.
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[Verse 2]
A lord with no mercy once ruled from his throne,
With cruelty so harsh, he died all alone.
But vengeance came swift from the grave and beyond,
Cursing his name, and the keep he was fond.
Now shadows move swift where the great hall once stood,
Where echoes of feasts are replaced with the flood
Of ghostly lament, and a bride's bitter cry,
Her wedding forgotten beneath the dark sky.
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[Chorus 2]
In the Haunted Keep, where the dead still reign,
Echoes of whispers, a mournful refrain.
The spirits of noble and servant alike,
Roam through the night till the break of dawn's light.
Beware, traveler, stay far from its gate,
For those who enter may seal their own fate.
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[Bridge]
And on Halloween, when the veil is most thin,
The dead walk the halls, the old curses begin.
The wail of a widow, the cry of the lost,
Remind all who hear of the terrible cost.
[Final Chorus]
In the Haunted Keep, where the dead still reign,
Echoes of whispers, a mournful refrain.
The spirits of noble and servant alike,
Roam through the night till the break of dawn's light.
Beware, traveler, the keep calls your name,
But if you should answer, you'll never leave the same.
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[End]