The Keeper's Curse - Alt (Remastered)

male vocals, Scottish vocals, folk metal, dark ambient, progressive rock, gothic rock, atmospheric rock, sea shanty

(Verse 1)
In the howl of the wind where the sea meets the sky,
There stands a lone tower with its beacon on high.
The keeper remains, by duty enslaved,
In lighthouses cursed, where souls misbehave.
On the Smalls, they whispered, two keepers grew foes,
One met his end, while the storm fiercely rose.
The survivor in madness, his guilt never eased,
Haunted by shadows that refused to be appeased.
(Chorus)
Oh, the light it burns, and the sea it calls,
Through the shroud of the storm and the endless squalls.
A prison of stone, where the mind will decay,
In the keeper’s curse, no soul can stay.
(Verse 2)
To Flannan Isles, where the waves carved the stone,
Three keepers vanished, leaving silence alone.
No footprints, no struggle, just an empty domain,
And whispers that lingered in the salt and the rain.
I took their place, my lamp lit the way,
But their shadows danced nightly, driving reason away.
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
The sea brought them back to settle the score.
(Chorus)
Oh, the light it burns, and the sea it calls,
Through the shroud of the storm and the endless squalls.
A prison of stone, where the mind will decay,
In the keeper’s curse, no soul can stay.
(Bridge)
At Winstanley's tower, the storm tore it down,
A beacon extinguished, the sea claimed its crown.
I stood on those rocks, where the tempest would weep,
And swore that the ocean had secrets to keep.
The gulls scream like banshees, the fog hums with dread,
And the moon casts its gaze on the horrors unsaid.
I saw the great eye at the heart of the storm,
It knew my transgressions, it knew every form.
(Verse 3)
From tower to tower, the burden I bear,
The guilt of the vanished, the weight of despair.
The light is my master, the waves are my judge,
And the echoes of keepers refuse to begrudge.
I stare at the flame, and it stares back at me,
A truth far too awful for mortals to see.
The keeper’s true curse is to gaze and to know,
The unnatural depths where no man should go.
(Chorus)
Oh, the light it burns, and the sea it calls,
Through the shroud of the storm and the endless squalls.
A prison of stone, where the mind will decay,
In the keeper’s curse, no soul can stay.
(Outro)
So heed this dark tale, should you answer the plea,
Of a lighthouse that stands at the edge of the sea.
For the light is a liar, and the sea never sleeps,
And the keepers are bound to the horror it keeps.

2391/7500

(Verse 1) In the howl of the wind where the sea meets the sky, There stands a lone tower with its beacon on high. The keeper remains, by duty enslaved, In lighthouses cursed, where souls misbehave. On the Smalls, they whispered, two keepers grew foes, One met his end, while the storm fiercely rose. The survivor in madness, his guilt never eased, Haunted by shadows that refused to be appeased. (Chorus) Oh, the light it burns, and the sea it calls, Through the shroud of the storm and the endless squalls. A prison of stone, where the mind will decay, In the keeper’s curse, no soul can stay. (Verse 2) To Flannan Isles, where the waves carved the stone, Three keepers vanished, leaving silence alone. No footprints, no struggle, just an empty domain, And whispers that lingered in the salt and the rain. I took their place, my lamp lit the way, But their shadows danced nightly, driving reason away. A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, The sea brought them back to settle the score. (Chorus) Oh, the light it burns, and the sea it calls, Through the shroud of the storm and the endless squalls. A prison of stone, where the mind will decay, In the keeper’s curse, no soul can stay. (Bridge) At Winstanley's tower, the storm tore it down, A beacon extinguished, the sea claimed its crown. I stood on those rocks, where the tempest would weep, And swore that the ocean had secrets to keep. The gulls scream like banshees, the fog hums with dread, And the moon casts its gaze on the horrors unsaid. I saw the great eye at the heart of the storm, It knew my transgressions, it knew every form. (Verse 3) From tower to tower, the burden I bear, The guilt of the vanished, the weight of despair. The light is my master, the waves are my judge, And the echoes of keepers refuse to begrudge. I stare at the flame, and it stares back at me, A truth far too awful for mortals to see. The keeper’s true curse is to gaze and to know, The unnatural depths where no man should go. (Chorus) Oh, the light it burns, and the sea it calls, Through the shroud of the storm and the endless squalls. A prison of stone, where the mind will decay, In the keeper’s curse, no soul can stay. (Outro) So heed this dark tale, should you answer the plea, Of a lighthouse that stands at the edge of the sea. For the light is a liar, and the sea never sleeps, And the keepers are bound to the horror it keeps.

0/500