[Verse 1] Alone I roam these hollow halls, where once bright laughter played, Now candlelight on empty walls casts ghosts of joy decayed. The portraits watch with solemn eyes, their silence heavy, near, And footsteps echo soft as sighs, though none but I should hear. [Chorus 1] A trick of night, a dream, a lie, A shadow’s jest, that flits on by. Be still, my heart — be still, No evil walks, no wicked will. Be still, my heart — be still, No evil walks, no wicked will. [Verse 2] Yet books lie strewn where none have walked, the clocks their hour deny, And keys once safe in oaken drawers in stranger places lie. Each night the shadows deeper grow, my courage frail and thin, As though some ancient sorrow yearns to claw its way within. [Verse 3] A midnight cry from distant rooms — the West Wing calls my name, There in the dark a visage pale, its gaze a frozen flame. My heartbeat pounds, my breath takes flight, the world begins to sway, The night folds in — a velvet void — and steals my sense away. [Chorus 1] A trick of night, a dream, a lie, A shadow’s jest, that flits on by. Be still, my heart — be still, No evil walks, no wicked will. Be still, my heart — be still, No evil walks, no wicked will. [Bridge] A hush — a murmur — distant, low, like voices through a dream, The room a haze of silver light, yet nothing as it seems. Their hands upon my fevered brow, their words I scarce can hear, For something cold and strange within now whispers ever near. It coils beneath my trembling ribs, it winds through blood and bone, A will not mine, yet part of me — and I am not alone. [Chorus 2] I rise, I rise — from dust, from grave, I burn, I burn — the wronged, the slave. Through bone, through blood — I break, I bind, Through heart, through hate — I seek, I find. No peace, no peace — till debt is paid, No rest, no rest — till blood is laid.
