(Watson: Doctor Mortimer was by no means a typical country practicioner. He was clad in a professional, but rather slovenly fashion. His frock coat was dingy and his trousers frayed. Sherlock Holmes waved our strange visitor into a chair and said: "Kindly tell me the exact nature of the problem in which you demand my assistance." And so we listened to the strangest tale of an ancient curse and the recent mysterious death of Sir Charles Baskerville.)
Here in my hand is a statement of fact From a witness beyond reach of time It alludes to Sir Hugo of Baskerville Hall And his cold unforgivable crimes A man of foul humour, his temper was legend His treatment was rough to the servants and peasants But his judgement time came on Michaelmas eve In so violent a way that few could believe...
Torn to the bone by the seed of his vanity Tatters and shreds from the greed and depravity Stared in the face of the nightmare before him No one to call to, no one to save him from Fear and pain - The blindness of terror Agonised screams that would echo forever Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell Death by the Hound that had hunted the Baskerville downs
Sir Hugo was drawn to a girl who lived near His feelings, however, were not so returned So he and some friends of a like disposition Abducted the wench for their clumsy seduction They laughed as their conquest was locked in a room They drank themselves mad as she waited her doom But driven by fear of their shouts in the night She climbed down the wall and ran for her life...
Torn to the bone by the seeds of his vanity Tatters and shreds from the greed and depravity Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell Death by the creature from Hell
Hugo gave chase with his friends far behind Crossing the moor on his own He was angry and mean with revenge on his mind Crossing the moor on his own He found the girl crumpled, dead from fatigue She lay there but not on her own As he turned he was met by two red blazing eyes It was here on the moor Here on the moor Here on the moor that he died
Dead on the ground lies Sir Charles, torn and battered Crumpled and bloody, in shreds and in tatters Wide staring eyes from the nightmare before him No one to call to, no one to save him from Fear and pain - blindness of terror Agonised screams that will echo forever Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell Death by the Hound that had hunted the Baskerville downs
(Watson: With Holmes accepting the case, we immediately went to meet Sir Henry Baskerville, heir to the estate. He had recently arrived from America and was residing at the Northumberland Hotel. We were shown to his rooms and he greeted us with a look of bewilderment on his face. Following a brief introduction, he handed Holmes a mysterious letter, which had been anonymously delivered. It read: "As you value your life or your reason, keep away from the moor." An ominous warning indeed.)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
