Listen to this story
from former centuries
Prepare yourself
for blood-freezing thrills
They said, a child died in the attic
Her clothes had been discovered between the bricks
Deadly memories lie in the walls
Up the stairs, in the convent where she haunts
Her beautiful face, now so pale!
For hundreds of years, tortured in pain!
Tears were falling, from her glassy eyes, like the rain outside
As her snowwhite skin, got filthy by her blood
This was a long time ago
but as the legend says, she's still there
Fear devours you,
when you breathe in the cold air
Alone
She wondered,
in the dark!
A silhouette
followed
wherever she walked!
Suddenly
a man appeared,
and she was caught!
Her beautiful face, now so pale!
For hundreds of years, tortured in pain!
A legend of sadness
men cannot beleive
A legend of a small girl
Trembling in fear
Suddenly,
a man appeared
and she was caught!
(and he)
Stabbed!Stabbed!Stabbed!
Until she was
Dead!Dead!Dead!
Her blood was so
Fresh!Fresh!Fresh!
Her ghost is present! |
