Whispers Of Cymru (👻)

(Inspired By Welsh Ghost Stories) [Intro ] Fog rolls in from the Brecon winds, The dead still sing where the tale begins… [Verse 1] In the ruins of Castell y Gwynt, I heard the moan of a mourning wind. A girl in white by the blackened stone, Eyes like frost, flesh like bone. She weeps for a lover drowned at sea, Chained to the tide for eternity. [Pre-Chorus] Lanterns flicker in the Vale of Tears, They say it’s the lost who appear. Whispers claw through midnight air, And call your name if you dare... [Chorus] Oh Cymru, your ghosts still roam, Through mountain mist and ancient stone. Blood on the harp, echoes in time, The dead still dance to the Devil’s rhyme. So hold your breath when the shadows fall, Or you’ll hear your name in the Banshee’s call… [Verse 2] She walks the halls of Plas Teg, A lady draped in silken dread. Screams drift down from Cadair Idris, Where dreamers wake in madness’ kiss. Don’t stray where the Ellyllon play, They’ll charm your soul and lead you away. [Bridge] "Bydded i’r meirw siarad drwy’r tân..." ("Let the dead speak through the fire…") (The storm is rising. The harp strings cry.) [Verse 3] In the black woods of Betws-y-Coed, A horned shape moves through the void. They say he’s Cŵn Annwn’s master, The ghostly hounds hunt faster and faster. If you hear their howls, you’re already dead, Dragged to the deep by spectral dread. [Pre-Chorus 2] Churchyard stones crack under moonlight, Names erased by eternal night. The choir of lost ones begins to sing, As death itself takes offering… [Chorus – Reprise] Oh Cymru, your ghosts still roam, Through sacred woods and druid stones. Thunder rolls, the crows take flight, As spectres rise to steal the night. So mind the bells in the chapel’s toll, They summon not the living—but claim your soul… [Final Verse] On the cliffs of Aberystwyth shore, You’ll hear the cries of the mythic war. Warriors fallen, betrayed by flame, Still march at night and scream your name. The dragon weeps beneath the flag, While time stands still in Cymru’s drag. [Final Chorus] Oh Cymru, you’re carved in fear, A land of whispers we still hear. Your legends breathe, your ghosts remain, In rain-washed stone and bloodstained chain. And if you sleep where old tales lie... Don’t close your eyes… or say goodbye. [Outro – Whispered] "Rydym yn gweld popeth..." ("We see everything…") (Created By (𖤐𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕎𝕆𝕃𝔽𖤐) (2025)