[Verse 1] Mayday on the waves, SOS in the sky, Pilots swear they saw it—tower of eerie white. Drew them in too close, engines died, then the cry: “Lighthouse ahead—stern collides,” they disappear at night. [Verse 2] Helicopter’s ghost path across obsidian sea, Spins down to an island that no chart should ever be. No footprints, no keepers, just that beam hauntingly, They chase the mythical tower—wrecked where monsters should be. [Pre-Chorus] They call it legend—but bodies lie in Echo Bay, Every beacon is a trap, another crew gone away. [Chorus] Lighthouse, phantom in the spray, Lighthouse, leading you astray. Myth-born guide that lures your soul, To cratered rocks and waters cold. [Bridge] No signal but a pulse—radiant siren in the torn sky, Floating lies through static—I hear the lost pilots cry.
