歌词
In lands afar, beneath a dimming star,
A lonely traveller wandered, near and far.
Upon a path where shadows danced and fell,
He chanced upon a sight, a devil's doorbell.
Chorus:
Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow,
Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow.
He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound,
By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned.
Verse 2:
With softest touches, gentle as a sigh,
He caressed its surface, under moonlit sky.
Each stroke a verse, a tender, loving swell,
Admiring the allure of the devil's bell.
Chorus:
Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow,
Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow.
He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound,
By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned.
Bridge:
And as he whispered, alphabet in tow,
A serenade to the night, a secret show.
A to Z, each letter a delicate trace,
An intimate dance in that shadowed place.
Chorus:
Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow,
Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow.
He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound,
By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned.
Outro (Verse 3):
Until the end, when silence reigned no more,
The bell rang out, a deep, resounding roar.
Not a sound of
Chorus:
Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow,
Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow.
He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound,
By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned.
Outro (Verse 3):
Until the end, when silence reigned no more,
The bell rang out, a deep, resounding roar.
Not a sound of doom, but a call to explore,
New realms beyond the known, the mythical lore.
