Alan Wake 2: The Lake House - [EpicFantasySongs]

LYRICS: ------------- [Verse 1] Estevez came where the lake winds blew, An FBC call said, “Something broke through,” The Lake House stood in a silent blue, But every hall held a darker view. [Chorus 1] Down where the blackened hallways twist, The Taken rise from a painted mist, The Marmonts’ secrets can’t resist, A hungry darkness clenched its fist, The lake had swallowed every tryst, And nothing there could still exist. [Verse 2] Jules sought power through Rudolf’s mind, While Diana chased Wake’s written kind, They pushed their research beyond mankind, With truth and love both left behind, Poor Rudolf’s soul was forced to unwind, And painted his anguish for all to find. [Chorus 2] The painting breathed with a living stain, Born from sorrow, despair, and pain, Jules opened doors to the Dark Domain, The Presence poured like a blackened rain, The Lake House drowned in its own campaign, And every failed dream became a chain. [Verse 3] Estevez searched through the flooded floor, Past warped black halls and the Oceanview door, She met Dylan, warning of something more, Then faced the Marmonts in their war, Their hatred burned through the darkness’ core, As Diana struck Jules down to the floor. [Chorus 3] The Painted rose with a dreadful might, Black waves of darkness devoured the light, Estevez fought through the endless night, With Black Rock power she held her fight, She burned through shadows that blocked her sight, And drove Diana from the final site. [Verse 4] The final threshold began to close, But Rudolf begged as the nightmare rose, The painting still held what nobody knows, A world where the Dark Place endlessly grows, Estevez shut it despite his prose, Then saw Alan’s words as the story froze. [Chorus 4] Wake had written what she would do, A future shaped by a story true, His words reached Estevez through and through, To warn of the attack that soon broke through, She called her team with a “tip” or two, And stepped from the darkness into blue. [Final Chorus] The Lake House sleeps by Cauldron’s shore, Its painted darkness sealed once more, The Marmonts’ dreams are dreams no more, But Wake still writes behind the door, The FBC knows what darkness bore, And something waits beneath the floor.