The King of Pennhurst

Some spirits haunt because they’re angry… others because they were forgotten. “The King of Pennhurst” tells the chilling story of King, the spirit said to remain within the haunted halls of Pennhurst Asylum. A dark gothic rock ballad filled with sorrow, shadows, and the echo of a name that never truly left. Listen with the lights off… and don’t answer if you hear him calling. #HauntedMusic #GothicRock #ParanormalTok [Verse 1] Down where the windows forgot how to shine And rust eats the rails of the old ward line There’s a name in the dust where the moonlight clings They whisper real low, “Don’t wake up King” A crown made of sorrow, a throne made of stone A boy in the dark who was left all alone The walls still remember the cries they kept in And the halls start to breathe when he walks them again [Pre-Chorus] Footsteps fall where nobody stands Cold little fingers brush over your hands The air turns heavy, the silence will sing Bow your head low when you call out King [Chorus] King of the broken ward King of the locked-up door Ruler of rooms where the lost still weep And the innocent never found sleep King of the hollow halls King where the shadow crawls If you hear chains in the east wing ring Pray you don’t answer the voice of King [Verse 2] They say he still waits by the peeling paint Half like a child and half like a saint Watching the living come trespass through grief With flashlights trembling and hearts underneath He don’t want riches, he don’t want flame He just wants somebody to speak his name But names have power in a place like this Where mercy was buried and sealed with a kiss [Pre-Chorus] A laugh in the nursery, a knock on the wall A shadow too small at the end of the hall The floorboards bend and the old bells ring Every lost soul knows the name of King [Chorus] King of the broken ward King of the locked-up door Ruler of rooms where the lost still weep And the innocent never found sleep King of the hollow halls King where the shadow crawls If you hear chains in the east wing ring Pray you don’t answer the voice of King [Bridge] Was he angry or only afraid? Was he calling from the bed where he laid? Was he crowned by pain, was he crowned by night? Did he disappear in the pale ward light? Some spirits rage and some spirits roam Some only want to be taken home But Pennhurst keeps what Pennhurst keeps And King still watches while the whole world sleeps [Verse 3] So don’t go laughing through Building Q Don’t mock the dead like they can’t hear you Don’t dare the dark with a careless grin Some doors swing wide just to let you in There’s a hush in the hallway, a chill in the seam A face in the glass like a half-formed dream And just when you swear that you’re all alone A childlike voice says, “This is my home” [Final Chorus] King of the broken ward King of the locked-up door Ruler of rooms where the lost still weep And the innocent never found sleep King of the hollow halls King where the shadow crawls If you hear chains in the east wing ring Pray you don’t answer the voice of King [Outro] Down where the windows forgot how to shine A name still breathes past the warning sign No crown, no grave, no offering Just Pennhurst’s ghost… Still calling him King