Petri Alanko - Alan Wake

The Poet and the Muse: There’s an old town wrought With mystery of ?? The poet and his muse And the magic lake Which gave a light 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 witches 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 endlessly In the darkness of the lake And now to see your love set free You will need the witches cabin key Find the lady of the light still ravin’ 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 grave mistake And vowed them both to silence Deep beneath the lake Now if it’s 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 witches 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 witches cabin key Find the lady of the light still ravin’ in the night That’s how you reshape destiny