Bootleggers' Masquerade v3

(Verse 1) Underneath the moon's soft glow, I met a woman, her aura aglow. She moved with grace, a radiant sight, In the quiet of night, her presence alight. (Chorus) Dancing in shadows, lost in a trance, I couldn't break free from her haunting dance. Bound by sorrow, trapped in her embrace, Haunted by memories, in this eerie space. (Verse 2) Her voice, a whisper, a ghostly lament, In her gaze, my reality was bent. Our destinies entwined, a tragic design, On this lonely path, our souls align. (Chorus) Dancing in shadows, lost in a trance, I couldn't break free from her haunting dance. In twilight's grip, a son sheds a tear, Thinking of a mother, no longer here. (Bridge) "Ohh, mother, in shadows vast, I chase dreams, my bones I cast. In the masquerade of the Bootleggers' gold, For hollow wealth, my spirit grows cold." (Verse 3) But blinded by ambition's gleam, I ignored her warnings, chased my dream. Deeper into my private Hell, Where illusions of wealth cast their spell. (Outro) For in her wisdom, tolls a guiding bell, That would’ve saved me from this distorted Hell. And though shadows may still linger near, With her ghostly love, I can still conquer fear.