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 [bad word] 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!