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Lyrics
In the shadowed hills of Point Pleasant town,
Where the fog rolls thick as the sun goes down,
A pair of eyes like crimson flame,
The creature stirs, whispering its name.
With wings as wide as the midnight sky,
A harbinger that watches as the stars die.
A warning sent, a cryptic mark,
The silent terror in the dark.
[Chorus]
Oh, Mothman, what do you see?
Prophecies of calamity?
A fleeting shape, a chilling glare,
A watcher bound to a world of despair.
[Verse 2]
The Silver Bridge swayed in the breeze,
And Mothman’s shadow haunted the trees.
A fleeting glimpse, a phantom cry,
A warning lost as the years go by.
Was he savior or spectral foe?
A riddle shrouded in what we don’t know.
A fleeting myth, or truth untold,
A tale that lingers, forever cold.
[Chorus]
Oh, Mothman, what do you see?
Prophecies of calamity?
A fleeting shape, a chilling glare,
A watcher bound to a world of despair.
[Bridge]
They call him demon, they call him ghost,
A traveler on the edge of the coast.
Eyes that pierce the veil of fate,
A warning spoken far too late.
Some say he flies to warn the damned,
Others fear the doom he commands.
But in his cry, a question rings:
What price we pay for what he brings?
[Chorus]
Oh, Mothman, what do you see?
Prophecies of calamity?
A fleeting shape, a chilling glare,
A watcher bound to a world of despair.
[Outro]
So when the night grows cold and still,
And whispers echo across the hill,
Beware the eyes that burn so red,
For Mothman watches the path ahead.
Details
GeneratedDec 27, 2024
Duration3:27
Style
A song that is haunting and foreboding capturing the othman legend. Dark
Credits
Prompt bymaddoggsouza
ModelAria v4
