by: Unknown date: Unknown source: Shadowbane Through the mists of vengeance rides, A shadow bound by pain, His blade a vow, his path a tide, That none can hope restrain. Yet through the dark, her voice takes flight, A Nightingale’s sweet plea, A song to pierce his endless night, And set his shadow free. [Chorus] Oh Ghostwalker, can you see, Her love a flame to set you free? A heart so pure, a bond so right, Yet lost within the endless night. Her hands outstretched, they grasp at air, For ghosts leave naught behind, Her tears cascade, her whispered prayer, To ease a vengeful mind. Each step she takes, the shadows cling, Yet hope she cannot yield, To save a soul, to break the string, That binds him to the field. Oh Ghostwalker, can you feel, The truth her gentle words reveal? A love that stands, though fate denies, A beacon 'neath the shadowed skies. But vengeance burns too fierce, too deep, A feeling that no heart can make. And though her love, so true, may weep, His soul the shadows always take. The clash of steel, a final cry, This tale's last most bitter sting— Forever torn, a ghostly sigh, Her name the song he’ll always sing. In Silverymoon, the story’s sung, Of love that could not save, Of vengeance fought, and sorrow wrung, Within a shadowed grave. For every heart that hears the tune, And every tear that sheds, May learn the cost of rage too soon, When Fate will pluck the threads. [Chorus 3] Oh Ghostwalker, now she sleeps, Within your dreams, where silence keeps. A love that yearned, but could not stay, A tale of hearts that lost their way. Forever bound, yet worlds apart, The Ghost and Maiden’s song, Of love and vengeance in the heart, That never could belong.
