Castle Donegel
 

          Witch's cackle,chains rattle and banshee's yell
          These ghostly figures walk the halls of Castle Donegel.
          The moat is wide dirty and deep
          And in the mud strange creatures sleep.
          In the dark dungeon,slimy things slither and creep
          While hooded ghouls their vigil keep.

          Up to the lofty ramparts where gargoyles dwell
          Death waits for you at Castle Donegel.
          This is the place townfolk wont come near
          They scurry past eye's wide with fear
          They speak of Maidens who vanished here.
          Never more to appear.

          When the sun disappears and night has fell
          Strange things happen at Castle Donegel.
          In the darkness horrible ghouls begin to arrive
          Dragging young Maidens barely alive.
          Deep in the dungeon none will survive
          For on the rack all will be rive.

          In the dungeon chained Maidens scream and yell
          Awaiting the pleasure of the master of Castle Donegel.
          For the Castles master is the Devils wife
          Death is her name,the master of all life.
          Tonight in the Castle horror will be rife
          As the fiends of hell cause much strife.

          All the Witch's,Demons and Fiends from hell
          Celebrate All Hallows Eve at the Castle Donegel.
          Now Death stands waiting at the gate
          Berating all the guests that show up late.
          It seems the Devil himself will make an appearance at eight
          He alone will decide the young Maidens fate.

          While deep in the Castles dungeon chained to slimy walls
          Four young Maidens watch the Witch's prepare for the ball.
          They see the Witch's light the cauldron and dance around the room
          They shudder as their shrieks echo through the gloom
          Then the noisy dungeon becomes silent as a tomb
          As the Devil enters to pronounce the Maidens doom.

          The Devil looks the Maidens over then turns to tell
          The Witch's to prepare the feast for Castle Donegel.
          Then the Witch's shrieks awake's the creatures in the slime
          And the moat monsters know they will soon dine
          On the scraps of Maidens the Demons leave behind.
          Life is good at Castle Donegel at Halloween time.
          Elmer Ake.

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