Shadows at the Table

Chapter Two of The Stilten Saga. "Shadows at the Table" delves deeper into the dark and bitter legacy of the Stilten family. A cold oak table, a closed Bible, and a house where mercy is hard to find. As jealousy feeds the silence, Gabriella watches the family trap spring shut... and names her price. 🎧 Best experienced with headphones. If you enjoy dark storytelling, Southern Gothic atmospheres, and Americana music, please subscribe to follow the rest of the saga. Listen to The Stilten Saga on Spotify: coming soon Listen on Apple Music: coming soon -- LYRICS -- The Bible’s closed. The oak is cold. Two sons were silver, two were gold. My father was the ghost, the one left behind, In a house where the mercy was hard to find. "Be more like them," the commissioner would say, Feeding the jealousy, day after day. Shadows at the table, dirt in the wood, Trading the bad for a broken kind of good. The Stilten blood is a bitter old vine, Turned into vinegar, never to wine. And Gabriella sat with her hands in her lap, Watching the spring of the family trap. She didn’t use stone, she didn’t use ice... But she fed on the silence... AND SHE NAMED THE PRICE! Shadows at the table, dirt in the wood, Trading the bad for a broken kind of good. The Stilten blood is a bitter old vine, Turned into vinegar, never to wine. Still weighing the sin... The ghosts are gonna win. © 2026 Georgie Stilten / The Stilten Saga #southerngothic #darkcountry #americana #TheStiltenSaga #ShadowsAtTheTable #storytelling #darkfolk #originalmusic #murderballads