DarkForces - Erin's Eerie Escapade Lyrics

Beneath the canopy of stars, where whispers fill the air
Four boys lay in their tents, weaving tales of things that scare
The night was ripe with mystery, the moon a ghostly glow
They spoke of old steam engines where the haunted echoes
With flashlights in their trembling hands and courage born of youth
They ventured to the sawmill to seek the hidden truth
Through the woods they wandered, to the place where shadows play
To find the secrets buried in Erin's eerie escapades
The sawmill's whispers call in the night's embrace
Through the rusted gears and shadows they find a haunted space
In the echo of the darkness where the past and present face
They uncover spectral stories, Erin's eerie escapades
Amidst the sawdust and decay they found a tattered gown
A relic of a time long gone where memories abound
Their hearts began to quicken as a voice called from the deep
A melody so haunting it awoke the night from sleep
The sound was soft and sorrowful, a ghostly serenade
Guiding them through moonlit beams to where the spirits stayed
With every step their wonder grew as fear began to fade
Enthralled by tales and mysteries in Erin's eerie escapades
The sawmill's whispers call in the night's embrace
Through the rusted gears and shadows they find a haunted space
In the echo of the darkness where the past and present fades
They uncover spectral stories, Erin's eerie escapades
By the ancient steam machine a figure soft and bright
A girl named Erin smiled at them a beacon in the night
Her voice a gentle whisper like the wind through autumn leaves
She spoke of times long banished, of dreams the darkness weaves
She led them through a phantom world where memories reside
A journey through the echoes where the living can't abide
Her laughter was a lullaby, a song that never fades
As they danced through ghostly visions to the reed a little high
The night grew thick with stories of Erin's fleeting years
Of love and loss and longing and the secrets formed by tears
As dawn began to shimmer the boys bid her farewell
Promising to return again to hear what more she'd tell
They left the old steam sawmill with hearts both light and grave
Carrying the whispers of the stories Erin gave
Their friendship bound by spectral threads in twilight soft cascades
Forever changed by journeys in Erin's eerie escapades
That night they promised in the quiet of the glades
To cherish all the memories of Erin's eerie escapades
Through the years they'll remember the ghostly girl who played
In the shadows of the sawmill and her eerie escapades