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Hear this legend:
A saga of despair from an old southern town called Sjilvend
The elder peasants warned us, we should fear a hidden unmarked tomb in those marshy woods not far from here
This is the saga of the white ghost haunting Lammendam
There a sick reflection keeps resurrecting only when the sun is gone
Once there stood a castle in a wood
It seemed a rather old, wealthy looking farmstead
There lived a girl with the beauty of a pearl
Especially when she wore a white dress and wandered through fields of hardworking churls
Everyone knew there were two young fellows who gave up everything for the love of their dreams
They did not care
Poor or rich
She stole their hearts like a goddamn witch
This region once was called De Leiffartshof
One was the German son of Högenbusch, the other one came from a domain called Heeringhof
And they both weren't aware of their mistress in white who could not decide
Echoes 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 whore
Lammendam!
Lammendam!
The sun is drowning in the landscapes of the earth
The time to seduce her second admirer
There lies a note by the old knotted oak, carrying a stone and romantic poetry telling her when where to go
One day he's riding his black horse through southern paradise
By coincidence he caught his doll cheating with another lad
Slut!
Why?
And they hated passionately ever after