We Don't Go to Ravenholm

Dark rock, desolation, danger, clear female vocals, powerful, haunting melody with dramatics pauses, ‑auto tune

(Pre-Chorus)
They say the light won’t find you there,
Where nightmares walk and death’s in the air.
We don’t speak of the things we’ve seen,
In the ruined town where the streets turn mean.

(Chorus)
We don’t go to Ravenholm,
Where the dead walk the streets like they call it home.
There’s a curse in the air, a chill in the bone,
No, we don’t go to Ravenholm.
The wind it howls, but the night’s so still,
There’s blood in the cracks, and the air’s gone chill.
Don’t look back, don’t walk alone,
‘Cause we don’t go to Ravenholm.

(Verse 2)
I’ve seen the faces behind shattered glass,
Where the flames burn out but the shadows last.
Every corner hides a buried scream,
Where the world falls apart at every seam.
There’s a preacher’s voice that calls from afar,
But his words are lost in the darkened scar.
And the ground feels thin, like a threadbare lie,
One wrong step and you’re bound to die.

(Pre-Chorus)
They say the light won’t find you there,
Where nightmares walk and death’s in the air.
We don’t speak of the things we’ve seen,
In the ruined town where the streets turn mean.

(Bridge)
The crows fly low, like they know the tale,
Of broken lives and a heaven turned pale.
There’s no salvation in the blackened stone,
Once you’re there, you’re never alone.
The ghosts, they whisper, "turn away,"
But some can’t help but stay and stay.
And if you go, you’ll pay the cost,
In Ravenholm, all hope is lost.

(Outro)
So if you hear the whispers rise,
Of the haunted town beneath red skies,
Take heed, my friend, and walk away,
Or Ravenholm will make you stay.

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(Verse 1) Whispers in the wind, broken streets below, Where the shadows crawl and the dead don’t go. There’s a silence here, where the air’s grown thin, And the walls speak of the sins within. I’ve heard the tales, the things that creep, In the darkened alleys where the lost ones sleep. No one dares to cross that line, The graves are shallow, and the church bells chime. (Pre-Chorus) They say the light won’t find you there, Where nightmares walk and death’s in the air. We don’t speak of the things we’ve seen, In the ruined town where the streets turn mean. (Chorus) We don’t go to Ravenholm, Where the dead walk the streets like they call it home. There’s a curse in the air, a chill in the bone, No, we don’t go to Ravenholm. The wind it howls, but the night’s so still, There’s blood in the cracks, and the air’s gone chill. Don’t look back, don’t walk alone, ‘Cause we don’t go to Ravenholm. (Verse 2) I’ve seen the faces behind shattered glass, Where the flames burn out but the shadows last. Every corner hides a buried scream, Where the world falls apart at every seam. There’s a preacher’s voice that calls from afar, But his words are lost in the darkened scar. And the ground feels thin, like a threadbare lie, One wrong step and you’re bound to die. (Pre-Chorus) They say the light won’t find you there, Where nightmares walk and death’s in the air. We don’t speak of the things we’ve seen, In the ruined town where the streets turn mean. (Chorus) We don’t go to Ravenholm, Where the dead walk the streets like they call it home. There’s a curse in the air, a chill in the bone, No, we don’t go to Ravenholm. The wind it howls, but the night’s so still, There’s blood in the cracks, and the air’s gone chill. Don’t look back, don’t walk alone, ‘Cause we don’t go to Ravenholm. (Bridge) The crows fly low, like they know the tale, Of broken lives and a heaven turned pale. There’s no salvation in the blackened stone, Once you’re there, you’re never alone. The ghosts, they whisper, "turn away," But some can’t help but stay and stay. And if you go, you’ll pay the cost, In Ravenholm, all hope is lost. (Chorus) We don’t go to Ravenholm, Where the dead walk the streets like they call it home. There’s a curse in the air, a chill in the bone, No, we don’t go to Ravenholm. The wind it howls, but the night’s so still, There’s blood in the cracks, and the air’s gone chill. Don’t look back, don’t walk alone, ‘Cause we don’t go to Ravenholm. (Outro) So if you hear the whispers rise, Of the haunted town beneath red skies, Take heed, my friend, and walk away, Or Ravenholm will make you stay.

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