Whispering winds on the barren moors
Echo the cries of the lost and poor
In the cold, bleak north, where the shadows lie
Two hearts of darkness, under the sullen sky
Ian and Myra, with a twisted plan
Lured the innocent, with a devil's hand
Oh, the moors are silent, but they remember still
The laughter that was stolen, the dreams they did kill
In the night they whisper, secrets of the slain
Shadows on the moors, forever bear the pain
A photograph, a cruel smile, a tale of deceit
Children lost to the night, to a fate they didn't meet
Innocence shattered, beneath the heathered ground
Where sorrow's silent scream is the only sound
Oh, the moors are silent, but they remember still
The laughter that was stolen, the dreams they did kill
In the night they whisper, secrets of the slain
Shadows on the moors, forever bear the pain
They walked the line of evil, hand in hand
Left a trail of heartache, across this desolate land
Justice came too late, for those angels of light
But their memory lingers, in the still of the night
Oh, the moors are silent, but they remember still
The laughter that was stolen, the dreams they did kill
In the night they whisper, secrets of the slain
Shadows on the moors, forever bear the pain
Whispering winds on the barren moors
Carry the cries of the lost once more
Shadows and silence, where the heather grows
Remember the fallen, in the cold wind's blows