[Verse 1] Beneath the lamps of fading gold, Where whispered tales and smoke unfold, A silver bow begins to glide, And restless ghosts awaken wide. [Verse 2] the wooden halls begin to breathe, As melodies rise from underneath, And every shadow, every chair, Holds secrets drifting through the air. [Instrumental solo] [Verse 3] The wolf stands tall with eyes of flame, A beast of rhythm, bound by name, He growls a chord the night has known, A song carved deep in ancient stone, [Final Verse] And all the candles bow their heads, As music walks where silence treads. all watching from across the room her magic weaving his doom
