Curse of the Chasse-Gallerie

In the dead of the frozen night, When the moon is but a sliver, A pact is forged in shadows tight, On the banks of the cursed river. With a devil’s hand, the oars they grasp, To ride the skies infernal, Bound by blood, a ghostly cast, Their fate now damned, eternal. **Chorus:** Beware the Chasse-Galerie, Flying through the night, Cursed souls in revelry, By the devil’s wicked might. Through the howling winds they soar, Over forests dark and deep, A journey to the village shore, Where mortal dreams still sleep. But one misstep and all is lost, The bargain swiftly broken, A price too high, the devil's cost, Their souls forever token. **Chorus:** Beware the Chasse-Galerie, Flying through the night, Cursed souls in revelry, By the devil’s wicked might. Bridge: In the eerie glow of spectral light, The canoe’s shadow hovers, Haunted by their endless flight, Doomed ghostly lovers. The bell tolls for morning's rise, Their nightmare never ending, Trapped beneath the blackened skies, To hell’s own will, they’re bending. **Chorus:** Beware the Chasse-Galerie, Flying through the night, Cursed souls in revelry, By the devil’s wicked might. Outro: So heed this tale of dread and woe, Of men who dared the sky, For in the dark, the winds will blow, And the Chasse-Galerie will fly.