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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!

Hear this legend:
A saga of despair from an old southern town called Sjilvend
The elder peasants warned us, we should fear a hidden unmarked tomb in those marshy woods not far from here

This is the saga of the white ghost haunting Lammendam
There a sick reflection keeps resurrecting only when the sun is gone

Once there stood a castle in a wood
It seemed a rather old, wealthy looking farmstead
There lived a girl with the beauty of a pearl
Especially when she wore a white dress and wandered through fields of hard-working churls

Everyone knew there were two young fellows who gave up everything for the love of their dreams
They did not care
Poor or rich..
She stole their hearts like a goddamn witch

This region once was called De Leiffartshof
One was the German son of Högenbusch, the other one came from a domain called Heeringhof
And they both weren't aware of their mistress in white who could not decide
Echoes.. from the seventeenth century!
Echoes.. from the seventeenth century!
Echoes.. from the seventeenth century!

During day he came with his horse and carriage then whistled..
Then she knew he was there..
A secret affair!
Therefore you'll be crowned as a whore

Lammendam!
Lammendam!

The sun is drowning in the landscapes of the earth
The time to seduce her second admirer
There lies a note by the old knotted oak, carrying a stone and romantic poetry telling her when where to go

One day he's riding his black horse through southern paradise
By coincidence he caught his doll cheating with another lad
Slut!

Why?

..and they hated passionately ever after

Hatred's occultation
causing harm upon their relation
No amour tomorrow
when love shall be consumed by sorrow, sorrow!

In olden days these kind of acts were a shameful disgrace
Maybe the price of jealousy and hate sealed her malicious fate
One night the village was awakened by agonizing screams
Her castle burned like the sceneries in Hell
She suffered like a pig
Oh god, I love this tale to tell!

Whorish desire sentenced with the punishment of fire
Repulsive temptress in white prepare to die
And kiss thy pale, warm skin goodbye

Hör mir zu!
Dein Fleisch ist in meiner welt verboten
Du solst tanzen im Schattenreich, dem Land der Toten

In Dunkelheit..
In Finsternis und Einsamkeit..
In Finsternis.. in Dunkelheit..

Whorish desire sentenced
with the punishment of fire
Unfaithful mistress in white
where is your pride?
Accept your faith in twilight

In Dunkelheit..
In Finsternis und Einsamkeit..
In Grausamkeit und Finsternis..
Im Schattenreich..

That night was weird
restless and bright
for the moon kept shining this awkward sick light

The winds came forth as if it sounded like a little child
No hundreds!
Weeping as if they realise it's time to die

Raindrops keep falling and falling like tears
Like the infant's sorrow, as if it's raining from their fears
Then what happened no one could tell, but mark my words
it's a pretty sick trick from hell

Goodnight..
Sleep tight..
My mistress in white..
Sweet dreams of death and moonlight

Next morning his corpse was found twisted, cut and broken
The way those empty eyes stared!
As if they saw the doors of Hell going open

Something bewitched returned from the ashes where she once burned
Princess of the moon
Roaming timeless gloom
Murder! Murder!

Once sick of hatred, now frightened of these unsolved deaths
His cheating mistress and her lover passed away like rats
Now Ian's hourglass is leaking time like a bleeding that cannot be stopped
For a lugubrious existence is craving for his teardrops and blood

Kijk mij aan zodat de duisternis in jouw ziel kan schijnen
Jouw bestaan zal als een tijdloze vloek in de dood verdwijnen

That day he's riding through the forest as his intuition speaks: "You are being followed!"
Then the spirit attacked from the trees
It pushed his face into the spinning carriage wheels
His skull cracked open..
..and there were no more screams!

One year later, still traumatized by her ghastly screams
He tastes and smells her burning flesh
in his most sickening, hypnotic dreams
These illusions seemed so damn real
What a nightmarish ordeal!

My lady's corpse was never found within the remains
Even her skeleton dissolved
There was no proper burial day
What a shame that heavenly beauty could not stay
And something devilish stayed to play

Corpse, corpse..

His name was Manfred, his father was a German count
Depression hid companion until his pounded, cold corpse shall be found
Depression!
Now he is suffering a severe form of psychosis

Corpse in a nebulous creek

I saw something white dwell through the woods like a macabre dead bride
Trembling with fear, still cannot believe
that like a false dog it kept staring at me

Corpse, corpse..
Corpse, corpse..

Seriously considering suicide
Shall I drink the poison, cut my wrists or hang myself high tonight?

He made a choice and took a ride along the farthest trees and then,
when they jumped a misty creek, he fell and broke his neck
Was he insane?
No!
She came back and pushed him, so sad..

Broke his neck
Horse shot dead
Broke his neck
Now he's dead!

Now he's dead

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Ghost, a lost semi-transparent appearance
Soul, a fog-like human form of mental anger, caught between life and death

A threatening presence of an invisible personality
It keeps bewitching the sceneries of earth instead of departing to a much more blissfull world

Doomed and forgotten in a mortal realm of bloom
Repeating tragedy summoned by the moon

Paranormal hysteria
Poltergeist phenomena
Listen to the laments of the sick moaning dead

They speak a simple fearsome language
Knocking, moving objects and scratching against the walls
For some reason they refuse to pass over to the light
It could be love, hate, and vengeance that keeps them wandering circles at night

Heretic poltergeist phenomena!
Heretic poltergeist phenomena!

Ghost, a lost semi-transparent existence
Soul, a misty human form of negative anger, confusing life with death

Cursed and desolated in an earthly stream of tears, it keeps arising like a wolf when a full moon appears
Paranormal hysteria
Poltergeist phenomena

Tâchez dêtre rentrés avant le clair de lune
Parce qu'alors
...
la forêt devient vivante!
They plough on the lands near a damned, baleful source of evil
Drifting foreign knaves, broken slaves of war
Trying to avoid the wrath of the french revolution
Eyes of fear and confusion
They seem terrified of the white cloaked haze that lies dormant in daylight yet haunts moonlit crops at night

The french peasants called the apparition "La Madame Blanche"

Some of them worked late on their fields and mysteriously disappeared
As if they just ran straight into the black marsh, to escape from the atrocities of the white ghost

Certainly convinced she came forth since that hellish fire
Like a straw she burned!
None concerned until her phantasm had returned from a bleak spectral world
Frequently she's seen in the gleam of a dismal chimerical moon floating through clouds of gloom

La malédiction de La Madame Blanche
La malédiction de La Madame Blanche

This town is haunted
This town is goddamn cursed
These trees have eyes
Staring through your soul during moonrise
Oh, you don't believe the truth?
Turn around!
Perhaps she's standing right behind you
Right now!
Right now!

The french peasants called the apparition "La Madame Blanche"
These words were transformed by the church which identified the curse as "De Lammendam"
And don't expect a happy ending when I say goodbye
You may kiss the bride before you will brutally die