The Keeper of Three Coins

[Chorus] Cold wind bites my fingertips A dying lamp, my only grip Ancient words on spectral lips As twilight in the highlands slips [Verse] Stone steps slick with summer dew This lonely watch, I see it through The castle sleeps, its secrets few But echoes whisper, strange and new [Pre-Chorus] A milky stain where wax did weep Across the tiles, a web does creep Promises the stones still keep While ancient shadows start to leap [Chorus] Cold wind bites my fingertips A dying lamp, my only grip Ancient words on spectral lips As twilight in the highlands slips [Verse] The purple haze begins to fade Upon this lonely, mossy glade A solitary serenade By spirits of a bygone age [Bridge] Past the great oak, scarred and split Where lightning struck and shadows flit Three bronze coins, a hidden bit Within its hollow, I must sit [Chorus] Cold wind bites my fingertips A dying lamp, my only grip Ancient words on spectral lips As twilight in the highlands slips [Outro] Three coins lie there, a silent plea For tales the stones still whisper free In this old keep, just night and me Beneath the dying sky, you see