A Strange Presence Near the Woods

Shite 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 straing from the trees. Now I realize that
I have trodden spectral sanctities. Sandering through forest 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.
Suddendly I stumble onto a forgotten sanctuary.
A tomb of a castle scorched by time,bound to the entity
that is determinated to take my life.
Here comes the night!Noctural threnobies 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
that 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!