The Vampire's Harp
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
In shadows deep, where moonlight creeps,
Lady Isolde's castle stands,
A vampire's lair, with beauty rare,
Her harp held in pale hands.
With strings of gold and voice so bold,
She lures the travelers near,
Their hearts enthralled, their wills forestalled,
They come without a fear.
[Pipe Organ]
Her melody, a siren's plea,
Enchants the mortal soul,
With every note, she clears their throat,
Blood-drinking is her goal.
For centuries, this dark disease,
Has been her cursed routine,
Until one night, a startling sight,
A young man, strong and lean.
[Pipe Organ]
His eyes aglow, with interest show,
He falls into her trap,
But as she nears, his form he shears,
A werewolf from his nap.
The beast unleashed, the vampire reached,
For safety, but too late,
The werewolf's might, ends her long night,
A twist of monstrous fate.
[Pipe Organ]
Now silence reigns, where once refrains,
Of Isolde's harp rang clear,
A tale is told, by travelers bold,
Of monsters' end so near.
So heed this tale, when you travail,
Through lands both dark and strange,
For in the night, a beauteous sight,
To horror swift may change.
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
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English
The Vampire's Harp
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
In shadows deep, where moonlight creeps,
Lady Isolde's castle stands,
A vampire's lair, with beauty rare,
Her harp held in pale hands.
With strings of gold and voice so bold,
She lures the travelers near,
Their hearts enthralled, their wills forestalled,
They come without a fear.
[Pipe Organ]
Her melody, a siren's plea,
Enchants the mortal soul,
With every note, she clears their throat,
Blood-drinking is her goal.
For centuries, this dark disease,
Has been her cursed routine,
Until one night, a startling sight,
A young man, strong and lean.
[Pipe Organ]
His eyes aglow, with interest show,
He falls into her trap,
But as she nears, his form he shears,
A werewolf from his nap.
The beast unleashed, the vampire reached,
For safety, but too late,
The werewolf's might, ends her long night,
A twist of monstrous fate.
[Pipe Organ]
Now silence reigns, where once refrains,
Of Isolde's harp rang clear,
A tale is told, by travelers bold,
Of monsters' end so near.
So heed this tale, when you travail,
Through lands both dark and strange,
For in the night, a beauteous sight,
To horror swift may change.
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
In shadows deep, where moonlight creeps,
Lady Isolde's castle stands,
A vampire's lair, with beauty rare,
Her harp held in pale hands.
With strings of gold and voice so bold,
She lures the travelers near,
Their hearts enthralled, their wills forestalled,
They come without a fear.
[Pipe Organ]
Her melody, a siren's plea,
Enchants the mortal soul,
With every note, she clears their throat,
Blood-drinking is her goal.
For centuries, this dark disease,
Has been her cursed routine,
Until one night, a startling sight,
A young man, strong and lean.
[Pipe Organ]
His eyes aglow, with interest show,
He falls into her trap,
But as she nears, his form he shears,
A werewolf from his nap.
The beast unleashed, the vampire reached,
For safety, but too late,
The werewolf's might, ends her long night,
A twist of monstrous fate.
[Pipe Organ]
Now silence reigns, where once refrains,
Of Isolde's harp rang clear,
A tale is told, by travelers bold,
Of monsters' end so near.
So heed this tale, when you travail,
Through lands both dark and strange,
For in the night, a beauteous sight,
To horror swift may change.
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
Writer: Bruce Alan Marcom
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC