Gothic Fiction

Ever since the death of his twin sister
The Lord of the house had borne witness to various uncommon phenomena
There were phantom footsteps on the stairwell
Flickering shadows that dart out of sight
And strange visions at the night time
Beckoning him to the burial grounds

He woke up from the dream in fright
He woke up from the dream in fright
He woke up from the dream in fright
Was that his Madeline?

She'll rise from the grave at night
She'll rise from the grave at night
She'll rise from the grave at night
What was this premonition?

In his sleep she had called out to
Her brother pale and fair
And in a rage
Her body rose up from there
From the grave and now
At the cemetery gates she waits

Why have you left me here?
Why have you left me here?
Why?
Why?
WHY?!

In his dream she called out to
Her brother pale and fair
And in the dream
Her body clawed out from there
From the grave and now
At the cemetery gates she waits

The 7th was the night he decided to put his fears to rest
He climbed over the fences and snuck onto the burial grounds
Carefully avoiding the languid gaze of the night's watchmen
It was dark and lonely
With a storm brewing above
Finally, he arrived to where he had buried her
In a noblewoman's grave
Within a prison of gates
Beneath the shadow of the hill
Beneath the shadow of the hill
Beneath the shadow of the hill

And he started digging
Through the dirt
But there were markings
Like she crawled out the ground

He found her coffin
But it was empty
The door was broken
She was not around

The wind was howling
The rain came pouring
Where was her body?
She was gone somehow

There was some lightning
And a crash of thunder
He heard some footsteps
And he turned
Around

You cannot just start again
There is no rest
Just revenge
For now you hear
The beating of the hearts tell the tale

In happier days
The father gave praise
My children were both born today