歌词
[Verse 1] In shadowed woods where demons dance, And wicked sprites their mischief prance, I wander lost, a spectral wraith, My heart, once warm, now cold as death.
God, they say, sits on a throne, A puppeteer with strings unknown, Yet I, His child, feel naught but strife, Why does He watch as I stumble through life?
[Chorus] Oh, sing, ye bards, of my despair, Of moonlit nights and whispered prayer, For in this realm of sorrow’s reign, I seek solace, but find only pain.
[Verse 2] I strive to rise, forgiveness sought, Yet suffering clings, a heavy thought, The weight of ages upon my soul, Forgotten, forlorn, in this endless toll.
God’s power, vast as the starry sky, Could lift me from this mortal cry, But love, it seems, He guards with care, A secret flame He chooses not to share.
[Chorus] Oh, sing, ye bards, of my lament, Of battles fought and blessings spent, For in this tapestry of fate, I yearn for grace, but find only wait.
[Interlude] The minstrels’ harps, they weep and sigh, As shadows lengthen 'neath the sky, And I, a ghostly troubadour, Sing of love denied, forevermore.
[Verse 3] So let the tavern fires burn bright, As tales unfold into the night, Of demons, gods, and hearts aflame, In this ancient ballad, I etch my
[Interlude] The minstrels’ harps, they weep and sigh, As shadows lengthen 'neath the sky, And I, a ghostly troubadour, Sing of love denied, forevermore.
[Verse 3] So let the tavern fires burn bright, As tales unfold into the night, Of demons, gods, and hearts aflame, In this ancient ballad, I etch my name.
[Chorus] Oh, sing, ye bards, of my refrain, Of hope that wanes and dreams that wane, For in this realm of echoes past, I seek redemption, but find it last.
[Chorus] Oh, sing, ye bards, of my refrain, Of hope that wanes and dreams that wane, For in this realm of echoes past, I seek redemption, but find it last.
[Verse 4] Beneath the moon’s pale argent glow, I tread the path where shadows grow, A wanderer cursed, my footsteps trace, The hollow echoes of a forgotten grace.
[Chorus] Oh, sing, ye bards, of my silent plea, Of whispered winds and ancient trees, For in this twilight’s somber hue, I seek redemption, but find it askew.
[Verse 5] The stars above, they weep and sigh, As if they, too, have lost their way, Their celestial tears fall from on high, A cosmic lament for the mortal fray.
[Outro] As dawn approaches, shadows wane, The minstrels’ voices, a haunting refrain, I cast my gaze to distant peaks, Where gods and mortals play hide-and-seek.
In this twilight’s final verse, I surrender to fate’s ancient curse, For redemption lies not in divine decree, But in the echoes of our shared mortality.
So let the bards sing on, my tale complete, Of love unclaimed and battles fleet, And when the stars align once more, May my name resound along this ancient shore.
[Final Chorus] Oh, sing, ye bards, of hope’s last ember, Of dreams that fade and hearts remember, For in this tapestry of joy and strife, I find solace, eternal, in the rhythm of life.
