Count Bloodcount - Myrtles Plantation Lyrics

In the misty night where the moss drips slow
Lies a place where the lost souls go

Myrtles Plantation where the shadows creep
Through the ancient halls the spirits weep
Whispers in the dark tales of woe
In the haunted rooms their sorrow flows

In the cold dead of night they call your name
The ghosts of Myrtles they play their game
With every step feel the chill of their pain
In the silence, hear the whispers again

Beneath the oak where the graves lie deep
The restless souls no peace they keep
In the mirror's gaze faces appear
The cursed history ever near

In the cold, dead of night, they call your name
The ghosts of Myrtles, they play their game
With every step feel the chill of their pain
In the silence, hear the whispers again

In the twilight hour the candles fade
Their tragic tales forever stayed
No light can chase the darkness away
At Myrtles Plantation the spirits sway

So tread with care, where the shadows fall
In Myrtles Plantation they've seen it all
The ghosts still linger in the dampened air
In the haunted night they'll always be there