Underneath the crimson moon, where shadows dance a spectral tune
A tale of woes so dark and deep, where lost souls in silence weep
A castle stands, its walls of roam, with towers that pierce the night alone
A mistress there, with eyes so cold, whose secrets are never told
Sing, oh sing of love undone, beneath the moon the blood has run
In the night the echoes wail, the ballad of the crimson veil
Her beauty like the midnight bloom, entices those who dare assume
That love from her could ever grow, but only sorrow they shall know
With every note her heart does pluck, the air is filled with haunting luck
For those who listen, time does freeze, caught in her deadly dark decrees
In her hall where mirrors lie, reflecting souls that pass her by
She plays her song, a cursive boom, beneath the gaze of the crimson moon
Sing, oh sing of love undone, beneath the moon the blood has run
In the night the echoes wail, the ballad of the crimson veil
Now the moon has turned away, leaving her to mourn the day
A melody, a timeless sigh, the love lost under the sky
Out of faith yet still it calls, through the dark, through ancient halls
A reminder of what once was lost, in the silence at one call