Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground
I feel a presence of evil, a silent sound
A village old, pillaged and raped
Houses rotten or burnt
Here are signs of battles of old
Raided for their virgins and gold
From cometh this evil air?
This pressing warning of danger?
Mayhaps the folk whom once lived here
Are now cursing this place, and all who behold?
And evil place once lovely and fair
Its garden are gray now
And sad voices haunt the village
Houses rotten, fallen roofs
Winds gushing through
I wonder who raped and pillaged here
And what meaneth the signs painted on those doors
That have yet not fallen to the ground
Where did the fair virgins go
And what are of them today?
Mystic this place is and I fear my questions
Will stay unanswered, until my dying day