{ Performance notes: Tone: Intense, dark Build to crescendo } [Intro] [Verse] In the shadowed glen where whispers weep, The dandelions dance with a secret to keep. Beneath the moon's gnashing teeth, Cobwebs sing in a language beneath. [Chorus] Twisted branches, oozing dread, Speak of the dreams that the silence fed. A clock unwinds, its hands of bone, Ticking softly, the graveyard’s drone. [Instrumental] [Verse] Crimson fog on a sallow breeze, Lurking shapes among the trees. Marionettes of lost lore wail, In a world where senses turn pale. [Pre-Chorus] From the well, echoes of laughter rise, Flayed tongues twirl in fermented cries. The lanterns flicker with their own intent, Casting shadows of shapes that were never meant. [Chorus] Twisted branches, oozing dread, Speak of the dreams that the silence fed. A clock unwinds, its hands of bone, Ticking softly, the graveyard’s drone. [Instrumental] [Verse] With every footfall, the earth exhales, A cacophony of forgotten trails. The air is thick, a viscous dream, Where sanity frays and nightmares teem. [Pre-chorus] So heed the song of the beastly night, In the realms where the stars lose their light. For in this dance of the gibbous grin, Horror lies, where the story begins. [Chorus] Twisted branches, oozing dread, Speak of the dreams that the silence fed. A clock unwinds, its hands of bone, Ticking softly, the graveyard’s drone. [Instrumental] [Chorus] Twisted branches, oozing dread, Speak of the dreams that the silence fed. A clock unwinds, its hands of bone, Ticking softly, the graveyard’s drone. [Outro] [End]
