Tumbledown by time, the castle is crooked on bald Top of hill like monster which prepared for last furious jump. Grinning gargoyles on eaves tightly closed by storm shutters, Windows that are looking as eyes covered by veil of cataract.
Stamp of inescapable loneliness and desolation lay on, All building and respond like echo in intimate depths of my tormented soul. Roar of the thunder is sounding loud similar to laughter of mad god.
Viscous darkness was closed around me. It was abhorrent and became permeated with Smell of death stench by long ago Of decayed corpses, whose names better not to know.
Semi-decayed oak door slapped loudly behind my back, and I found Myself in absolute loneliness in lair of villainous painful death... ... in hell's mouth and in cold waters of Styx, in the damned And shipped in a night hall of unholy castle - Drum-ghoul.
Invisible black shadows scattered In the different sides from sound of my steps. Viscous darkness was closed around me. It was abhorrent and became permeated by fatality...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
