The Specter of the Old Mill
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
Ooooooooooooo
By the old mill's wheel, where the waters flow slow,
A specter lingers where no living soul dares to go.
Once a miller who worked from dawn until dusk,
Now a ghost bound to haunt where the past's shadows thrust.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He labored in silence, with sweat on his brow,
But a deal with the devil left him cursed somehow.
Each Halloween night, when the moon's in the sky,
He walks through the mist with a mournful sigh.
[Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 2]
The mill's wheel turns with a creak and a groan,
Echoing the sorrow of a soul all alone.
His hands are still stained with the flour of the past,
As he searches for peace that will never last.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He made a dark pact for fortune and fame,
But it cost him his soul and a lifetime of shame.
Now he roams the night, bound to his fate,
Seeking forgiveness that's forever too late.
[Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Bridge]
The wind whispers tales of his cursed fate,
In the rustling leaves and the creaking gate.
His presence is felt in the cold night air,
A warning to those who venture too near.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
Ooooooooooooo
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[End]
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The Specter of the Old Mill
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
Ooooooooooooo
By the old mill's wheel, where the waters flow slow,
A specter lingers where no living soul dares to go.
Once a miller who worked from dawn until dusk,
Now a ghost bound to haunt where the past's shadows thrust.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He labored in silence, with sweat on his brow,
But a deal with the devil left him cursed somehow.
Each Halloween night, when the moon's in the sky,
He walks through the mist with a mournful sigh.
[Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 2]
The mill's wheel turns with a creak and a groan,
Echoing the sorrow of a soul all alone.
His hands are still stained with the flour of the past,
As he searches for peace that will never last.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He made a dark pact for fortune and fame,
But it cost him his soul and a lifetime of shame.
Now he roams the night, bound to his fate,
Seeking forgiveness that's forever too late.
[Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Bridge]
The wind whispers tales of his cursed fate,
In the rustling leaves and the creaking gate.
His presence is felt in the cold night air,
A warning to those who venture too near.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
Ooooooooooooo
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[End]
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 1]
Ooooooooooooo
By the old mill's wheel, where the waters flow slow,
A specter lingers where no living soul dares to go.
Once a miller who worked from dawn until dusk,
Now a ghost bound to haunt where the past's shadows thrust.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He labored in silence, with sweat on his brow,
But a deal with the devil left him cursed somehow.
Each Halloween night, when the moon's in the sky,
He walks through the mist with a mournful sigh.
[Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Verse 2]
The mill's wheel turns with a creak and a groan,
Echoing the sorrow of a soul all alone.
His hands are still stained with the flour of the past,
As he searches for peace that will never last.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Pre-Chorus]
He made a dark pact for fortune and fame,
But it cost him his soul and a lifetime of shame.
Now he roams the night, bound to his fate,
Seeking forgiveness that's forever too late.
[Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Bridge]
The wind whispers tales of his cursed fate,
In the rustling leaves and the creaking gate.
His presence is felt in the cold night air,
A warning to those who venture too near.
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Specter of the Old Mill, with eyes that gleam,
Haunts the water's edge like a darkened dream.
He seeks the redemption he can never attain,
As he wanders the mill in a never-ending chain.
So beware the old mill when the night falls deep,
For the specter's lament will make your soul weep.
Ooooooooooooo
[Pipe Organ] [Flute]
[End]
Writer: Bruce Alan Marcom
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC