Feast in the old castle
Ancient castle stays on brake,
Towers rip up milk of clouds…
But only there night will come,
As dead souls will go crowds!
It’s for many years empty,
Halls again will be alive…
And the king will call to feast
Rich men, who will never die.
Everywhere drafts and cold,
Deeply in the vaults of pain.
Ghosts are wakened from a sleep,
And in the haze it starts to rain.
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