In the quiet halls of history, shadows hide the light
Masterpieces lost in time, stolen in the night

In the quiet halls of history, shadows hide the light
Masterpieces lost in time, stolen in the night

Frames that once held beauty now hang empty in despair
Their voices hushed in silence, but their stories linger there

What would you do if you found it, hidden in the dark?
Would you bring it back to the light, or keep it in your heart?
A piece of time, a world unseen, a treasure in your hand
The choice is yours to free the art, or let it hide again

Da Vinci's lady fades away, half in shadow, half in sight
A stolen world of colors lost, fading from the fight

Whispers of the past remain, a canvas filled with dreams
But in the dark, the truth is torn, unraveling at the seams

What would you do if you found it, hidden in the dark?
Would you bring it back to the light, or keep it in your heart?
A piece of time, a world unseen, a treasure in your hand
The choice is yours to free the art, or let it hide again

The echoes of the artists' hands, their brushes long since still
Left behind in secret rooms, forgotten by their will

But somewhere in the shadows lies the key to their return
Will you fan the flames of history, or watch the canvas burn?

What would you do if you found it, hidden in the dark?
Would you bring it back to the light, or keep it in your heart?
A piece of time, a world unseen, a treasure in your hand
The choice is yours to free the art, or let it hide again

In the gallery of mysteries, where secrets softly sleep
The stolen works of masters lie, buried in the deep

But every stroke of paint they made was meant for us to see
Would you break the chains of shadow, or leave them lost at sea?

What would you do if you found it, hidden in the dark?
Would you bring it back to the light, or keep it in your heart?
A piece of time, a world unseen, a treasure in your hand