Spectre Of Sorrow کے بول

The legend was told Whispered from mouths of long ago All spoke of the young bride And her man of the sea How he would leave each morning And she´d wave and wish him well She knew that each time might be goodbye forever Then one night he did not return From the cliffside she would learn She could not accept That her man would now never come home She cried one last tear And with the crash of a wave she was gone Seasons did pass (like the wind) And through the town the voices told Of how they have seen the ghost at last Silhouette under bright moonlight You could hear her cry at night Crying for her lost love Only now, only a memory Spectre of sorrow From the cliff of eternity She stands, she stands Watching the sea She stands, she stands There she will be Spectre of sorrow From the cliff of eternity She stands, she stands Watching the sea She stands, she stands There she will be