Haunting Echoes From The Seventeenth Century

Hear this legend:A saga of despair from an old southern town called SjilvendThe elder peasants warned us, we should fear a hidden unmarked tomb in those marshy woods not far from hereThis is the saga of the white ghost haunting LammendamThere a sick reflection keeps resurrecting only when the sun is goneOnce there stood a castle in a woodIt seemed a rather old, wealthy looking farmsteadThere lived a girl with the beauty of a pearlEspecially when she wore a white dress and wandered through fields of hard-working churlsEveryone knew there were two young fellows who gave up everything for the love of their dreamsThey did not carePoor or rich..She stole their hearts like a goddamn witchThis region once was called De LeiffartshofOne was the German son of Högenbusch, the other one came from a domain called HeeringhofAnd they both weren't aware of their mistress in white who could not decideEchoes.. 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 whoreLammendam!Lammendam!The sun is drowning in the landscapes of the earthThe time to seduce her second admirerThere lies a note by the old knotted oak, carrying a stone and romantic poetry telling her when where to goOne day he's riding his black horse through southern paradiseBy coincidence he caught his doll cheating with another ladSlut!Why?..and they hated passionately ever after