I who am dead the thousand years
& in the castle I am the host.
I frighten all visitors, who come here,
Becose I am the ghost.
To go along the corridor is terribly
When you are in the dark.
You can't see surrounding things,
But you will see I lark.
.
I begin to ring the chain, & floor begins to sway,
Celling sinks on you, you wish to run away.
Fearful sounds fill the halls, your hair stood on end,
Deviles get out walls, what even stones rend!
.
You decided to hide in old chest,
It was found that it's a grave,
There is awakeble vampire in chest.
In the castle you are a slave.
I care not if you beg for mercy,
The intertainment will be done!
You will not live long life,
Becose you will not run.
& if you stay into the castle,
You any more will not see sky:
We will build for you a grave
Of metal, when you die!

1995 begin of august