Hear this legend:

A saga of despair from an old southern town called Sjilvend

The elder peasants warned us, we should fear a hidden unmarked tomb in those marshy woods not far from here



This is the saga of the white ghost haunting Lammendam

There a sick reflection keeps resurrecting only when the sun is gone



Once there stood a castle in a wood

It seemed a rather old, wealthy looking farmstead

There lived a girl with the beauty of a pearl

Especially when she wore a white dress and wandered through fields of hard-working churls



Everyone knew there were two young fellows who gave up everything for the love of their dreams

They did not care

Poor or rich..

She stole their hearts like a goddamn witch



This region once was called De Leiffartshof

One was the German son of Högenbusch, the other one came from a domain called Heeringhof

And they both weren't aware of their mistress in white who could not decide

Echoes from the seventeenth century!

Echoes from the seventeenth century!

Echoes from the seventeenth century!



During day he came with his horse and carriage then whistled..

Then she knew he was there..

A secret affair!

Therefore you'll be crowned as a whore



Lammendam!

Lammendam!



The sun is drowning in the landscapes of the earth

The time to seduce her second admirer

There lies a note by the old knotted oak, carrying a stone and romantic poetry telling her when where to go



One day he's riding his black horse through southern paradise

By coincidence he caught his doll cheating with another lad

Slut!



Why?



And they hated passionately ever after