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There's an old tale wrought with mystery,
Of Tom the Poet and his muse
And a magic lake which gave a life
To the words the poet used.

Now, the muse she was his happiness,
And he rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures
Deep beneath the blackened waves.

Till' in the stillness of one dawn,
Still in its misty crown
The muse she went down to the lake
And in the waves she drowned.

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch’s cabin key
Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night
That's how you reshape destiny!

The poet came down to the lake
To call out to his dear,
When there was no answer,
He was overcome with fear.

He searched in vain for his treasure lost,
And too soon the night would fall,
Only his own echo would
Wail back at his call.

And when he swore to bring back his love
By stories he'd create,
Nightmares shifted in their sleep
In the darkness of the lake.

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch’s cabin key
Find the lady of the light, still raving in the night
That's how you reshape destiny!

In the dead of night she came to him
With darkness in her eyes
Wearing a mourning gown,
Sweet words as her disguise.

He took her in without a word
For he saw his grave mistake
And vowed them both to silence
Deep beneath the lake.

Now, if it's real or just a dream -
One mystery remains,
For it is said, on moonless nights
They may still haunt this place...

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch’s cabin key
Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night
That's how you reshape destiny!

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch’s cabin key
Find the lady of the light, still raving in the night
That's how you reshape destiny!