Ancient castle stays on brake,
Towers rip up milk of clouds…
But only there night will come,
As dead souls will go crowds!
It’s for many years empty,
Halls again will be alive…
And the king will call to feast
Rich men, who will never die.
Everywhere drafts and cold,
Deeply in the vaults of pain.
Ghosts are wakened from a sleep,
And in the haze it starts to rain.
Humans close sun blind quickly,
They’re afraid will hear scream.
On the street the mist is creeping.
All it seems like awful dream.
Moon hangs over the horizon…
Ground drowns in dead light.
Shadows go to the castle.
Feast began on other side!
Taverns open, hell revives,
Circuits ring in dark of towers,
Bats are flying from the cave,
Attract the beauty magic flowers…
And the moon from heavy blackness
Dances waltz with death in air…
Demons sing about angels.
Blood drips from a monarch’s hair!
But sunrise will light the darkness.
And the ghosts will disappear…
Castle will become forgotten…
But undead somewhere near….
