DarkForces - Erins Curious Fate Lyrics

Erin was a girl of wonder, with eyes so bright and wide,
Drawn to every mystery, where secrets love to hide
The old steam sawmill called to her, with whispers deep and low,
A place of creaks and shadows, where only the brave would go

One fateful day, her steps were light, as curiosity led,
Into the heart of the sawmill's depths, where only fear should tread
The gears turned slow, the shadows thick, and danger all around,
But Erin's heart was fearless as she ventured where none were found

The sawmill roared its warning, but Erin didn't heed,
She danced among the timber, with reckless, daring speed
Until the machine's cold grasp took hold, and sealed her darkened fate,
Now she haunts these creaking halls-Erin's haunted gate

The townsfolk searched for Erin, but the sawmill held its prize,
Her spirit now a shadow, behind those silent eyes
No trace of her was ever found, just whispers on the breeze,
That echo through the sawmill, like a ghostly, mournful tease

Now every child who dares to step within that haunted space,
Feels Erin's gaze upon them, as they quicken up their pace
She loves to scare the curious, those who wander near,
A playful ghost with a tragic past, who feeds on every fear

The sawmill roared its warning, but Erin didn't heed,
She danced among the timber, with reckless, daring speed
Until the machine's cold grasp took hold, and sealed her darkened fate,
Now she haunts these creaking halls-Erin's haunted gate

But Erin's not malicious, she's a guardian of the old,
Protecting those who dare too far, from meeting fates too cold
Her laughter echoes softly through the wooden beams and dust,
A ghostly guide for wanderers who've earned her fleeting trust

So when you hear the sawmill's song, a melody of dread,
Remember little Erin, and the life that she once led
She warns the brave and curious, in whispers soft yet clear,
"Beware the fate that caught me here, in shadows dark and near"

The sawmill roared its warning, but Erin didn't heed,
She danced among the timber, with reckless, daring speed
Until the machine's cold grasp took hold, and sealed her darkened fate,
Now she haunts these creaking halls-Erin's haunted gate

Erin's spirit lingers where the sawdust meets the night,
Guarding those who dare to seek with whispers soft and light
She calls to wandering souls-in Erin's haunted gate,
Where the echoes never fade, her eerie escapades