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Deep within the forest As the sun is about to set The fog settles over the land Entangled vines cover the weathered stone That walls a dungeon in its depths A cavern of serpents A place of terror Poisonous kisses from vipers Are a sure cause of death In this chamber of horror Even love cant survive in a land so dead Where the undead rise from their beds of dirt To live amongst their snake-like neighbours To terrorize those who dare to venture in

Neutral: In the dark of the night Above the horizon of pine trees Shadows lurk in the silence In a swamp nearby, there is anything but silence Wasps are busy in their hives Creatures crawl and sneak Hunting their preys Just like the undeads rise From their graves in the night When the moon is high in the sky Casting a silvery glow On to a grey castle Perched on a cliff Overlooking and guarding The swamp and pine forest in its land Light: A beautiful day First morning of spring Butterflies happily flutter In the cool air Wasps try to collect pollen Swerving around pine trees In the forest As a warm glow of sunlight pierces the trees The nea

Within a dimly lit chamber The maidens queued up Not knowing what was in store for them They lined up for their death For above the doorway sits the Bathory crest Serving the countess for all their live They were nothing short of loyal Curious about what task they were about to do The first maiden strolled in casually In there lay a bathtub White and empty The countess stood on one end of the room And from outside, you could hear the muffled screams of pain Of torture, it prolonged for hours Till the screams were no more No more sobs The next maiden strolled in The sight horrified her A bathtub filled with blood The countess, taking a bath Hu

Beyond the grey wall grew weed Unkempt, grass rose high in the courtyard The sounds of war could still be heard From within the fort The bastions held ancient siege weapons Rusted and weathered down over the years And within the temple stood knights Their silhouettes still there from the now hollow armors None was spared during the dark ages Even the horses stables were crushed and stoned None can escape from the hands of war The medieval doors were still open But only a cold gust of air blew through now