[Intro] [Verse 1] In the gray hours, where the ivy crawls and clings, The old church organ mourns, on dusty, broken strings. [Chorus] Oh, the phantom whispers soft, on the wind that never sleeps, While the moon-drunk witch takes flight, and a solemn promise keeps. [Verse 2] A sisterhood of shadows dance, where the harvest lies in rust, Beneath the clock of ancient chance, turning starlight into dust. [Chorus] Oh, the phantom whispers soft, on the wind that never sleeps, While the moon-drunk witch takes flight, and a solemn promise keeps. [Bridge] Hear the distant bell toll low, counting years that fade away, A ghostly echo, soft and slow, greeting the November day. [Outro] Whisper soft... take flight... Midnight falls... tonight...