In Drakesheath Hall the spirits dwell
The Lady moans as if from Hell
The clock strikes a dismall knell
When the manor's Lord is missing
Around the house the bodies lay
Spirits dance, dead children play
Common sense has fled away!
When the manor's Lord is missing

The swordsman walks the halls alone
Glowing wolves stalk and roam
Another seeks the unholy tome
The butler hides the truth!
Walking dead with unsteady gait
With the butler has a date
The silent Lady still will wait
The butler hides the truth!