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by bella Aug 25, 2004 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Castle, castle, in mountains high, What secrets dost thou hold? Castle, castle, in mountains high, In your dungeons, deep and cold. Silent forest, oh so dark, Who flits beneath your eaves? Silent forest, oh so dark, Whose blood stains your leaves? Darkness haunting, of you I ask, What is it you shroud, so deep? Darkness haunting, of you I ask, Whose bloody secrets do you keep? Room of shadows and vengeance dark, Who screams within these walls? Room of shadows and vengeance dark, Who answers the Devil’s calls? Crimson blood, upon the floor, From what body did you seep? Crimson blood, upon the floor, Where does your owner sleep? Screaming, echoes, fading slow, Who is your master dear? Screaming echoes, fading slow, Whose dying screams did you hear? Master of this haunted keep, What ghost hears you cry delight? Master of this haunted keep, Hear your chanting in the night; Slit their throats, drain their blood, Hear their screams of pain. Slit their throats, drain their blood, It’s just another game. Haunted castle, mountains high, It is secrets dark you hold Haunted castle, mountains high, In your bloody dungeons, So deep, so dark, so cold.