The Poet and The Muse - Old Gods Of Asgard

There's an old tale wrought with the mystery of Tom the poet and his muse

And the magic lake which gave a life to the words the poet used

Now the muse she was his happiness

And he rhymed about her grace

And told her stories of treasures deep

Beneath the blackened waves

'Till in the stillness of one dawn

Still in its mystic crown

The muse she went down to the lake

And in the waves she drowned

And now to see your love set free

You will need the witch's cabin key

Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night

That's how you reshape destiny

The poet came down to the lake

To call out to his dear

'When there was no answer

'He was overcome with fear

He searched in vain for his treasure lost

And too soon the night would fall

And only his own echo

Would wail back at his call

And when he swore to bring back his love

By the stories he'd create

Nightmares shifted in their sleep

In the darkness of the lake

And now to see your love set free

You will need the witch's cabin key

Find the lady of the light still raving in the night

That's how you reshape destiny

In the dead of night

she came to him with darkness in her eyes

Wearing a mourning gown,

sweet words as her disguise

He took her in without a word

for he saw his great mistake

And vowed them both to silence

deep beneath the lake

Now if its real or just a dream

One mystery remains

For it is said on moonless nights

They may still haunt this place

And now to see your love set free

You will need the witch's cabin key

Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night

That's how you reshape destiny

And now to see your love set free

You will need the witch's cabin key

Find the lady of the light still raving in the night

That's how you reshape d