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[Intro]
[Instrumental intro]
[Hurdy-Gurdy solo]
[Instrumental]

[Spoken word] 
[Spoken]
[Male voice]
In the shadows of my mind 
I find 
A melody 
A story 
Waiting to unwind 
Lost in a haze 
Searching for the light 
To ignite the flames 
In the heart of the night 

[Guitar]
[Verse]
Guitar in my hand 
The strings start to weep 
I close my eyes 
Into the abyss I'll leap 
Whispers of the night 
Guide my fingertips 
As I paint the sky 
With fiery riffs 


[instrumental interlude]
[epic guitar solo] 

[Chorus] 
Melting shadows 
A solo that ignites 
The darkness within 
I'll bring it to the light 
The guitar screams 
Like a voice from beyond 
In this dream pop symphony 
Where dreams respond


[Verse 2] 
[A Cappella]
Beneath a moonlit sky 
Where darkness looms 
A thief named Weasel 
Lurking in the gloom 
With nimble steps and stealthy grace 
He pursues the ermine in this treacherous chase 


[Verse 2] 
Beneath a moonlit sky 
Where darkness looms 
A thief named Weasel 
Lurking in the gloom 
With nimble steps and stealthy grace 
He pursues the ermine in this treacherous chase 

[Verse 3] 
Through cobblestone streets 
The winding maze 
They race past alleys with a frantic pace 
The inn ahead 
Their destiny unclear 
Weasel's heart pounds with a thrill and fear 

[instrumental interlude]
[epic guitar solo]
[instrumental bridge]
[flute solo]
[instrumental interlude]

[Chorus] 
In the inn 
Shadows dance and flicker 
As Weasel and the ermine clash like a dagger 
A battle of minds 
A struggle for pride 
In this medieval ballad 
Where fate will decide 


[instrumental interlude]
[epic guitar solo]
[instrumental bridge]
[flute solo]
[instrumental interlude]

[Chorus] 
In the inn 
Shadows dance and flicker 
As Weasel and the ermine clash like a dagger 
A battle of minds 
A struggle for pride 
In this medieval ballad 
Where fate will decide 


Where fate will decide 

[intrumental interlude]
[acoustic guitar bridge] 

[Verse]
In a shadowed alley
Where the moonlight fades
A thief named Weasel
With a plan well-laid
Chasing the legend
The tales they tell
Of an eight-legged ermine
Who'd steal from a spell

Through the crowded streets
He weaves and he bends
Sifting through voices
He listens and pretends
To catch a glimpse of the creature unknown
Vanishing in bags of holding it's shown

[Verse 2]
A thief among thieves
He's the best of his kind
With nimble fingers
The stolen loot he'll find
But the ermine slips through the smallest crack
Disappearing faster than a blink
That's a fact

He weaves and he bends 
Sifting through voices 
He listens and pretends 
To catch a glimpse of the creature unknown 
Vanishing in bags of holding it's shown 

[Verse 2] A thief among thieves 
He's the best of his kind 
With nimble fingers 
The stolen loot he'll find 
But the ermine slips through the smallest crack 
Disappearing faster than a blink 
That's a fact

[outro]