Verse 1:

On a rugged cliff by the stormy sea,
Stands a lighthouse, dark and free.
Its light no longer guides the ships,
But it watches with its ghostly tips.

Chorus:

Follow the beam of the Haunted Lighthouse,
Where the lost souls drift and the wind's cold mouth.
The beacon's glow hides a spectral fright,
As it guides the lost to an endless night.

Verse 2:

The keeper's voice, a mournful cry,
Echoes through the foggy sky.
His ship was lost in a tempest fierce,
Now his spirit waits, a soul to pierce.

Spoken Word:

The Haunted Lighthouse was built to warn,
But its light now signals souls forlorn.
The keeper's curse is to guide the lost,
Through storms and shadows, no matter the cost.
The beam may beckon, but it's a trap,
Leading sailors to a ghostly nap.

Bridge:

The light spins round in a ghostly arc,
Leading ships to the rocks, cold and stark.
If you hear the foghorn's mournful sound,
Flee the lighthouse, or be spellbound.

Chorus:

Follow the beam of the Haunted Lighthouse,
Where the lost souls drift and the wind's cold mouth.
The beacon's glow hides a spectral fright,
As it guides the lost to an endless night."