Whispers of the Ancient Halls (Edited Version)

Moonlight paints the silent stone

Secrets that the castle owns

Whispers on the staircase turn

Echoes of a lesson learned

Oh, shimmering air, a magic gleam

Dancing in a silver stream

Spells are woven into light

In the quiet of the night

Pages turn in candle glow

Stories from the long ago

A feather quill begins to write

Fading with the morning light

Oh, shimmering air, a magic gleam

Dancing in a silver stream

Spells are woven into light

In the quiet of the night

Fading... with the light...