And so they say her blood drips down the walls
in the depths of the blackened castle drear
but if you listen close, you'll hear her call
and hear her footsteps echoes drawing near.
Lost among the shadows are ghosts forlorn
forgotten souls of those the world has lost
who look upon the living world with scorn
and chill the air with silent breath like frost.
The dusty bones that lie in dungeon cells
will rise and dance under the midnight moon
with silent twists that seem be born of hell
to the sound of the grey wolves distant tune.
Ghosts are all that walk these crumbled ruins
and death has come to rule once mighty halls.