Текст песни
Fog on the river, lanterns burning low,
Shadows are whispering secrets we know.
Iron and silver, the blade in my hand,
We hunt in silence, no one understands.
Whispers in the hallway, footsteps in the dark,
Every haunted moment leaves another mark.
Ooooo—hear the stair, hear the vow,
Ooooo—London’s cold is burning now,
Speak their names, keep the flame,
Shadows flee when we reclaim.
Lockwood, Lucy, George—stand tall;
we swallow the dark, we answer the call!
A house of silence, a staircase screams,
The dead keep rising inside our dreams.
Chains and bones won’t hold them tight,
But we’ll ignite this endless night.
Cold breath crawling, candles start to die,
Steel against the shadows, fire in our eyes.
Ooooo—hear the stair, hear the vow,
Ooooo—London’s cold is burning now,
Speak their names, keep the flame,
Shadows flee when we reclaim.
Echoes of the fallen,
London pays the price.
Children face the terror,
Truth cuts like a knife…
Glass shivers, grit grinds, ghost’s grin gone,
Steel steady, step sure, storm moves on,
Candle curses, corridor cold —
Young blood, old bones, brave and bold.
Three blades, one breath — hold-hold-hold!
