Imelda walks through the Refuge with the new priest, Father Thomas. The air is thick with foreboding, and both can feel the grip of a dark and malevolent curse permeating the very walls. Imelda believes this curse led to Thomas' predecessor's death and fears for the safety of those in her charge. The shriek of an owl rings out, a harbinger of doom, an ill omen if ever there was one.
[Verse 1:]
Dim halls echo dread footfalls,
Cracked glass glints, dark night falls.
Spectres whisper, shadows loom,
Thomas, Imelda face their doom.
[Chorus 1:]
Athena's bird foretells bad fate,
A monstrous curse they must negate.
[Verse 2:]
Hope's flame flickers, fear crawls in,
Dread's tendrils, a cold, dark sin.
Athena's owls, wisdom's guard,
Shriek warnings, shrill and hard.
[Chorus 2:]
Athena's bird foretells bad fate,
A monstrous curse they must negate.
[Verse 3:]
"To the library!" Sister calls,
"We'll pray 'against evil in its halls."
Thomas, left in dusty gloom,
Feels dread rise in the tomb-like room.
[Chorus 3:]
Athena's bird foretells bad fate,
A monstrous curse they must negate.
[Verse 4:]
Marcus' fate tolls death's knell,
Echoes haunt this gothic hell.
Beliefs once bright now blur, fade,
In endless gloom, a dark parade.
[Chorus 4:]
Athena's bird foretells bad fate,
A monstrous curse they must negate.
[Bridge:]
"Thomas, hark! The shadows call."
"Imelda, look! The mirrors fall."
"Shall we flee or stand and fight?"
"Face the curse or fade to night?"
[Chorus 5:]
Athena's bird foretells bad fate,
A monstrous curse they must negate.
[Outro:]
Dawn creeps slow, ashen, grim,
Sorrow's veil hangs, dark and dim.
Stand or flee cursed horror's yoke?
Each path a dire, dread stroke.