Lammendam

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

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 Murde