Hear this legend : a saga of despair from an old southern town called Sjilvend. The elder peasants warned us, we should fear a hidden unmarked tomb in those marshy woods not far from here. This is the saga of the white ghost Haunting Lammendam. There a sick reflection keeps resurrecting only when the sun is gone. Once there stood a castle in a wood. It seemed a rather old, wealthy looking farmstead. There lived a girl with the beauty of a pearl. Especially when she wore a white dress and wandered through fields of hard-working churls. Everyone knew there were two young fellows who gave up evrything for the love of their dreams. They did not care. Poor or rich. She stole their heart like a goddamn witch. This region once was called De Leiffarshof. One was the German son of Hösenbusch, the other one came from a domain called Heeringhof. And they both weren''t aware of their mistress in white who could not decide. Echoes.. from the seventeeth century! During day he came with his horse and carriage then whistled.. Then she knew he was there.. A secret affair! Therefore you''ll be crowned as a whore. Lammendam! Lammendam! The sun is drowing in the landscapes of the earth. The time to seduce her second admirer. There lies a note by the old knotted oak,carying a stone and romantic poetry telling her when where to go. One day he''s riding his black horse trough southern paradise. By coincidence he caught his doll cheating with another lad. Slut!Why? .. and they hated passionately ever after.