Chimneys smoking cigar
As the dusk perpetuates dawn
Thorps fusing in graveyard
As the ghosts visit haunts
Far in the distant lands
Stands a haunted bungalow
With the myths of royal clans
With grapewines and willows
Algae, lichens and mosses
Snakes poisoning the stuff
Rats feeding on corpses
Crying in the ink of blood
As the ghostly army of midnight
Babbles with a vexing parade
The chaos of tedious tramps
Blows ears like trumpets
In that grey grave
Glitters a gloomy groom
With his suitcase of nightmares
And curse dressed like a boon
As he steps long rambles
To unearth his mate
To add on tragedy and troubles
As he curses his fate
Love was his beginning
His aggression takes wings
As he cries with foxes
The gloomy groom has lent
His soul as it decays
Rats feeding on corpse
Accelerating lichens and moss
Five long years of waitin'
Reached a fearsome end
Villagers still cookin'
Lost someone never met
Bride faded
Love was his suffering
Ignorance was his victory
No chaos, no tramps
Not love nor trumpets
No hatred no disturbance ..