A Strange Presence Near the Woods

White is the mark of this sighting, black is it's soul

Dark is the soil where it haunts upon

Jesus Christ!

You were never capable of protecting these desecrated woods

Shadows over Lammendam

Shadows over Lammendam

It's the point of death's return for a grand castle there once burned

Something is following me!

Yet there's no one I see as I walk the old pathways near the woods

A murderous identity is staring from the trees

Now I realize that I have trodden spectral sanctities

Wandering through forests and dreary fields

I think I'm lost

Yes I'm lost

Cannot describe this horrendous fear, I think I'm cursed

Tricked and cursed

Suddenly I stumble onto a forgotten sanctuary

A tomb of a castle scorched by time, bound to the entity that is determined to take my life

Here comes the night!

Nocturnal threnodies and funerary thoughts of my death-bell clanging through my mind..

Overwhelmed by approaching dark sounds

Listen to the devilish anthems of a shrieking ghost when the moon is perfectly round

All that's left is a shallow empty moat

There were my rigid body floats through a cold void what Dutch men call 'dood'

No one in the village knew, why disappear?

Wish they knew my corpse was here!

Shadows over Lammendam

No return, no return from Lammendam!