(Soft, eerie instrumental intro with wind sound effects) In a corner so remote, 'neath the dusty sky, Lies a forgotten town where the echoes never die. Here the whispers of the past sing low, In this ghost town’s heart, where memories flow. Verso 1: Footsteps fade in dust and clay, shadows stretch but never stay. Wind carves names in old saloon doors, a town that ain’t a town no more. Verso 2: Barstools turned to dust and bone, lonely roads where seeds won’t grow. A place once bright now stands so still, but the wind still sings against my will. Pre-Ritornello: The past still lingers in the air, a song half-sung, a half-meant prayer. I hear it call, I feel it hum, the echoes beat like distant drums… Ritornello: And the ghost town echoes, whispering my name, through the hollow alleys, through the dirt and rain. They call me back, but I can’t go, I walk alone where the lost souls roam. Verso 3: The church bell tolls for no one now, its rusty tongue won’t tell me how. To leave this place, to break these chains, to silence all the ghostly refrains. Verso 4: The saloon’s a tomb, the streets are bare, but still I feel you everywhere. Your voice, your laugh, your fleeting touch, this town remembers far too much. Pre-Ritornello: The past still lingers in the air, a song half-sung, a half-meant prayer. I hear it call, I feel it hum, the echoes beat like distant drums… Ritornello: And the ghost town echoes, whispering my name, through the hollow alleys, through the dirt and rain. They call me back, but I can’t go, I walk alone where the lost souls roam. Bridge: The wind it howls, the dust it flies, it strips the truth from all the lies. This ghost town’s got a hold on me, but I’m the ghost it set free. Pre-Ritornello: As the wind begins to wail, the shadows start to crawl, the ghost town whispers secrets that I can’t ignore at all. Its call grows louder, pulling me near, but I must leave, despite the fear… Ritornello Finale: And the ghost town echoes, screaming my name, through the burning alleys, through the blood and rain. They pull me back, but I must go, no more chains where the lost souls roam! Outro: (Slow, fading instrumental outro with wind sound effects) And so the tale of this land remains, A haunting melody through time’s endless chains. The echoes of lost souls will forever roam, In the silent streets, eternally their home... (instrumental End)
