[Verse] [Grim Folk Ballad]
The sky hangs low, a shroud of grey,
Whispers on the wind, they say,
"A place of shame, where hope has died,
Turn your back, and run and hide."

[Pre-Chorus] [Dreadful Acoustic]
They call us lazy, lost, and weak,
For honest bread, our spirits creak.
But hunger gnaws, a hollow ache,
And desperation starts to break.

[Chorus] [Haunting Minor Key]
The Workhouse gates, a gaping maw,
Swallowing souls, defying law.
No loving arms, no gentle word,
Just iron bars, and spirits stirred
To silent screams, unheard, unseen,
Where life's a faded, broken dream.

[Verse] [Desperate Plea]
They tore us kin, a cruel divide,
Mother from babe, nowhere to hide.
The lash descends, a burning sting,
For phantom faults, the overseer's king.

[Pre-Chorus] [Growing Despair]
They feast on lies, our worth they sell,
Condemned to this unending hell.
And when we fall, our final breath,
Our bodies probed, denied even death.

[Chorus] [Powerful and Anguished]
The Workhouse gates, a gaping maw,
Swallowing souls, defying law.
No loving arms, no gentle word,
Just iron bars, and spirits stirred
To silent screams, unheard, unseen,
Where life's a faded, broken dream.

[Bridge] [Slow and Lamenting]
The chill seeps in, a icy dread,
Amongst the dying and the dead.
Their secrets kept, their bodies torn,
A legacy of endless scorn.

[Outro] [Fading Echo]
Run from the shadow, flee the blight,
Lest darkness claims you in the night.
The Workhouse waits... the Workhouse waits...
Beyond the fear, beyond the gates...
[Fade out]