Black River Road

There's a trail past the chapel stone,

Where the trees lean in and you ride alone.

They say the river whispers names,

Of those who vanished in the flames.

I took that path with a loaded heart,

Now I can’t tell the end from the start.

Black River Road, where the silence screams,

And every mile tears at your dreams.

The sky turns red, the moon won’t show—

Don’t lose your soul on Black River Road.

Saw a woman dressed in coal-black lace,

No eyes, no voice, just a hollow face.

She pointed west, then disappeared,

And all around me, the shadows leered.

The wind said, “Boy, you should’ve known,

This road was never yours to own.”

Black River Road, where the silence screams,

And every mile tears at your dreams.

The sky turns red, the moon won’t show—

Don’t lose your soul on Black River Road.

I left my name on a weathered sign,

Hung it there with blood and twine.

No rider leaves the way they came—

The road remembers every name.

Black River Road, I still ride through,

But I’m not the man you thought you knew.

The wind keeps whisperin’ low and cold:

“You’re part of the curse on Black River Road.”