Verse 1:

In a lonely house where the moonlight wanes,
Lies a room where a specter remains.
With a lullaby that's soft and sweet,
She sings to the night, where shadows meet.

Chorus:

Sleep, little one, to the specter's song,
For the night is long and the shadows strong.
Though her voice is gentle, her touch is cold,
Her lullaby is a tale of the old.

Verse 2:

Her eyes are empty, her smile is pale,
As she hums a tune to the wind's mournful wail.
She rocks an empty cradle, lost in time,
Singing of sorrow in a haunting rhyme.

Spoken Word:

Long ago, the specter's child was taken by fate,
And she waits in the shadows, forever to lament.
Her lullaby echoes through the darkened halls,
A sorrowful tune where silence calls.
She offers a lullaby to those who hear,
A melody of sadness and endless fear.

Bridge:

In the dead of night, when the wind blows chill,
You may hear her song, soft and shrill.
It weaves through dreams and shadows deep,
As the specter's lullaby lulls you to sleep.

Chorus:

Sleep, little one, to the specter's song,
For the night is long and the shadows strong.
Though her voice is gentle, her touch is cold,
Her lullaby is a tale of the old."