Up and down the hallways The dead drag their Rusty chains behind them, There are ghosts in our midst, The voices in the night Scream out in pain. The pain of the past Tries to reach out From beyond the grave, The walls bleed, The anger within the ghosts Is truly unbelieveable. The torture these restless souls Must have went through, Being chained to walls And beaten to death, Being murdered In the darkest of night. Voices in the night Cry out in pain, The smell of rotten flesh Lingers in the air. The smell of death Resides within the castle walls, It makes the stomach churn. They moan, They cry, They scream, While their lives are Being stolen from them. Apr.15/2004 |