A Strange Presence Near The Woods

White is the mark of this sighting, black is it's soulDark is the soil where it haunts uponJesus Christ!You were never capable of protecting these desecrated woodsShadows over LammendamShadows over LammendamIt's the point of death's return for a grand castle there once burnedSomething is following me!Yet there's no one I see as I walk the old pathways near the woodsA murderous identity is staring from the treesNow I realize that I have trodden spectral sanctitiesWandering through forests and dreary fieldsI think I'm lostYes I'm lostCannot describe this horrendous fear, I think I'm cursedTricked and cursedSuddenly I stumble onto a forgotten sanctuaryA tomb of a castle scorched by time, bound to the entity that is determined to take my lifeHere comes the night!Nocturnal threnodies and funerary thoughts of my death-bell clanging through my mind..Overwhelmed by approaching dark soundsListen to the devilish anthems of a shrieking ghost when the moon is perfectly roundAll that's left is a shallow empty moatThere were my rigid body floats through a cold void what Dutch men call 'doodNo one in the village knew, why disappear?Wish they knew my corpse was here!Shadows over LammendamNo return, no return from Lammendam!