Posejnianka - The Tale of the Mayor's Wife [gothic folk rock]

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Piosenka o żonie burmistrza, inspirowana "Legendami bolkowskimi":
#folkrock #gothicrock #leshy
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Beneath the moon’s pale, ghastly glow,
A coffin lies, as cold winds blow,
The Mayor’s wife, in death’s embrace,
Her pallid face, her final grace.

Oh, come, sweet death, and take your toll,
In silence deep, she lost her soul.
Yet in the grave, her heart did wake,
To bind the thief, to seal his fate.

Three days had passed, the mourners wept,
As time and earth their promise kept.
In gilded gold, the jewels shone,
The grieving man, his wife now gone.

Oh, come, sweet death, and take your toll,
In silence deep, she lost her soul.
Yet in the grave, her heart did wake,
To bind the thief, to seal his fate.

The gravedigger, with hands so foul,
With torch and spade, began to prowl.
Through night's still hush, he made his way,
To steal the treasures, come what may.

But in the dark, a sudden grasp,
A cold, dead hand within his clasp.
She rose—her breath a whispered plea,
A life reclaimed from death’s cruel sea.

Oh, come, sweet death, and take your toll,
In silence deep, she lost her soul.
Yet in the grave, her heart did wake,
To bind the thief, to seal his fate.

He fled, with terror in his eyes,
Leaving tools and shovels, lies.
She walked from earth, from shadowed tomb,
With silent steps, she sealed her doom.

To the door of home, she made her way,
To knock upon the light of day.
The servant’s cry, a voice so pale,
The Mayor’s wife, risen from the veil.

Oh, come, sweet death, and take your toll,
In silence deep, she lost her soul.
Yet in the grave, her heart did wake,
To bind the thief, to seal his fate.

The man, in shock, did not believe,
The living death that none could conceive.
Yet there she stood, before his door,
A soul once lost, now found once more.

Her lips were pale, her voice a sigh,
A shadowed life that could not die.
And though she walked for many years,
Her heart still haunted by the fears.

Oh, come, sweet death, and take your toll,
In silence deep, she lost her soul.
Yet in the grave, her heart did wake,
To bind the thief, to seal his fate.