Moonlit Hall of Whispers

Candlelight trembles on the wallpaper walls

Footsteps drift softly through the hollow halls

A breath in the dark where the cold shadows creep

Something is stirring from a room meant to sleep

Bowed bass groans under the dust and decay

Pipe organ sighs as the night pulls away

Celeste glitters like a bone-white spark

Guiding the lost through the mansion of dark

Unlock the silence

Hear the hinges moan

A secret is waking

In the house of stone

Whispering voices

Rise from the seams

And the dead remember they're unfinished

Muted percussion ticks like a fractured clock

Behind every portrait, behind every lock

Eerie strings shiver in a threadbare stream

While the hallway opens like a fever dream

Unlock the silence, hear the hinges moan

A secret is waking in the house of stone

Whispering voices rise from the seams

And the dead remember their un-finished dreams