The Baron's Midnight Hall

[Verse 1] There’s a whisper on the wind, it calls your name Through a heavy fog, you feel the same A grand old hall where the shadows crawl And you step inside as the night starts to fall [Uptempo drums kick in] There’s laughter and smoke, it fills the air A grand celebration, but you are unaware What’s happening here, what’s the cause? You look for the answers, but no one gives pause [Chorus] At the Midnight hall, where the spirits play Strange faces watch, but have nothing to say Shadows and fog, they drift through the night Dancing with strangers in the pale moonlight For now, we sway, we dance without fear Lost in the rhythm, time is unclear At the Baron’s midnight hall, we drift, we sway Not knowing yet what leads us this way [Soaring instrumental breakdown: piano and brass swell with playful percussion] [Verse 2] There’s a woman you see, half alive, half bone Her radiant beauty shines, but you feel alone The room starts to spin, but you keep in stride Unsure if you should run or if you should hide But the music pulls you, so sweet, so wild You feel like a child, lost and beguiled The laughter grows loud, a soul’s masquerade And still, no one’s giving the game away [Chorus] At the Midnight hall, where the spirits play Strange faces watch, but have nothing to say Shadows and fog, they drift through the night Dancing with strangers in the pale moonlight For now, we sway, we dance without fear Lost in the rhythm, time is unclear At the Baron’s midnight hall, we drift, we sway Not knowing yet what leads us this way [Instrumental interlude: lively brass, with subtle rhythmic percussion and banjo plucking] [Bridge] The walls start to shimmer, the ceiling sways Time drips slowly, night becomes day You’re in between, but you can’t tell If you’re on your way to heaven or to hell But here’s the Baron, tipping his hat A grin so wide, you can’t turn back “Just stay awhile,” he seems to say “There’s plenty of time before the light of day.” [Final Chorus] [steady percussion and rising brass, building tension] At the Baron’s Midnight hall, where the spirits play Dead faces watch, but have nothing to say Shadows and fog, they drift through the night Dancing with the dead in the pale moonlight For now, we sway, we dance without fear Lost in the rhythm, time is unclear At the Baron’s midnight hall, we drift, we sway Not knowing yet what leads us this way [Outro: Slow descent of piano and brass, fading out softly] The music fades, the night does too But where you’re going, not even you knew!