| Hear this legend:
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| A saga of despair from an old southern town called Sjilvend
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| The elder peasants warned us, we should fear a hidden unmarked tomb in those
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| marshy woods not far from here
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| This is the saga of the white ghost haunting Lammendam
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| There a sick reflection keeps resurrecting only when the sun is gone
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| Once there stood a castle in a wood
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| It seemed a rather old, wealthy looking farmstead
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| There lived a girl with the beauty of a pearl
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| Especially when she wore a white dress and wandered through fields of
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| hard-working churls
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| Everyone knew there were two young fellows who gave up everything for the love
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| of their dreams
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| They did not care
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| Poor or rich.
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| She stole their hearts like a goddamn witch
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| This region once was called De Leiffartshof
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| One was the German son of Högenbusch, the other one came from a domain called
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| Heeringhof
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| And they both weren’t aware of their mistress in white who could not decide
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| Echoes from the seventeenth century!
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| Echoes from the seventeenth century!
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| Echoes from the seventeenth century!
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| During day he came with his horse and carriage then whistled.
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| Then she knew he was there.
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| A secret affair!
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| Therefore you’ll be crowned as a whore
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| Lammendam!
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| Lammendam!
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| The sun is drowning in the landscapes of the earth
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| The time to seduce her second admirer
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| There lies a note by the old knotted oak, carrying a stone and romantic poetry
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| telling her when where to go
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| One day he’s riding his black horse through southern paradise
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| By coincidence he caught his doll cheating with another lad
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| Slut!
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| Why?
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| And they hated passionately ever after |