Cat Sithv6

[Verse 1] Where the heather grips the Highland stone, A black shape walks the hills alone. One white mark against its chest, A winter eye that grants no rest. [Pre-Chorus] Keep your door barred, bank the flame, The old ones never speak its name. [Chorus] Cat Sith, crossing the moor, Soft-footed omen at the door. Nine lives borrowed, nine lives claimed, A witch beneath a midnight mane. Cat Sith, pale-breasted shade, Count each life the dark has made. [Verse 2] Some swear it’s fae from hollow ground, Some hear a human cry in its sound. Irish fires tell the tale as well, But Scotland knows its shadow’s spell. [Pre-Chorus] Turn your eyes and it draws near, A velvet step, a borrowed fear. [Chorus] Cat Sith, crossing the moor, Soft-footed omen at the door. Nine lives borrowed, nine lives claimed, A witch beneath a midnight mane. Cat Sith, pale-breasted shade, Count each life the dark has made. [Bridge] Nine times the shape was shed, Nine times the living dread. Was it spirit, was it skin? Who wore the cat, who walked within? The hills keep every answer sealed— No vow, no prayer, no iron shield. [Final Chorus] Cat Sith, crossing the moor, Soft-footed omen at the door. Nine lives borrowed, nine lives claimed, A witch beneath a midnight mane. Cat Sith, pale-breasted shade, Count each life the dark has made. [Outro] One white mark fades beyond the stone, The Highland night keeps watch alone.