| High in the mountains deep in the woods,*
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| A legend grew stronger with time
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| A hotel that once was the jewel of the forest
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| Now stands deserted to find
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| A story so tragic
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| It’s «father» that brought it to life
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| One day, a dark day
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| He jumped of a bridge, suicide
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| Once a love, from the heart it grew
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| But what would come, they never ever knew
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| Now it stands in vain, just a crying shame
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| In the ash of jealousy it stays
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| His children would take it, divide it in two
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| And manage to keep it alive
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| But soon one would want, what the other could have
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| And envy would alter their minds
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| Thoughts of deception
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| Their greed corrupted their souls
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| The money, the madness
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| Each brother wanted it all, common goal
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| Now just another story
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| In the tales of the old and sorry
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| They will tell you that ghosts haunt the hotel
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| The dark is now the owner
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| With the dust in every corner
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| We await for the glory days to return |