Canes Gothi ! (2026) A Very Old Ghost Behind the Farm 🇫🇷 France

She loved a faceless priest
A head covered with scars
The flesh was burnt by faithless men
A source of neverending pain
Back to when he was young
He gave his life to God
And then he shed men's blood
In a neverending war
Hear me well
He put a gun
To this head
He missed the shot but never lost the shame

Yet sadly he survived
He's cursed and we all fear
For Judas is alive
And now he's haunting Whitemoore's fog

She loved a faceless corpse
A skull covered with scars
Vomiting blood on the altar
For a neverending mass
Hear me well
There was a curse
On the bell
The man was dead but never went to hell

Cause he was shot again
Under the holy seal
Killed by the widow's hand
A shot that couldn't heal
For the dead bride he lost was found out
Into the depths of Whitemoore's fog

When she drowned
Deep in the muddy water
The sheperd drank the blood
Washed his knife
Until it's clean
And faded into Whitemoore's fog

Dark secrets lie under the mist
Under the veil of tragedy
The bride, the sheperd and the priest
Forever lost, under the weeds

Of Whitemoore's fog

Wait for years
Daring men with a sack full of bones
Have left the country on their own
We waited for years
They went so far on the forbidden road
To find a graveyard for the "one"

We all cried for their return to come
We prayed so hard but none went home

Yeah
Daring men with a sack full of bones
Across the seas have lost their souls
So far from their ground
Country men sailing to the unknown
They couldn't make it through the storm
Yeah

Daring men with a sack full of bones
Across the seas, into the storm
They got tied on their ship with a rope
And they all passed away

Yeah
Shed your tears
Yesterday when we got home
We found back the old sack full of bones
On the bank among the stones
Shed your fears
The dead stranger is not gone
Yet it took on a life of its own
And it's time for doom to come

He said our crops will be safe
And rats will all run away
He said the sheep will outweigh
Those are the words he said

He said that we will purvey
Harvest for everyday
He said we all will be sane
But there is a price to be paid

What was the price for such advice ?
A sacrifice that could be made

A child or two as a gift
It's not that big a spendthrift
After some time we would see
That some gold will grow on the trees

But now our crops are decayed
And all the sheep go astray
There are locusts in the fields
There's nothing left to distill

What was the price for such advice ?
A sacrifice that has been made
We have been fooled and ridiculed
We lost it all and we're dismayed

He was the seventh son
A peasant fool was he
Buried but never dead
Never dead

And sixteen years later
He’s knocking at the door
He’s trying hard to breathe
He’s craving for her blood

Strigoi!

Crying before the cross
No stake to pierce the womb
A saw to cut the throat
And blood to fill the tomb

Strigoi!
Beware of Jesus, you strigoi
A umbla ca un strigoi
Jure Grando
Jure Grando

Never dead
Never forgotten

Conducator
Sucking the fluid of the living
Never dead
Petre Toma
Sucking the fluid of the living
Never dead
Never dead

Strigoi!
Beware of Jesus, you strigoi
A umbla ca un strigoi
Jure Grando
Jure Grando

Upon the hill there is a house where noone dares to go
And if you try to linger
You may get lost for ever

Among the oaks, there is a door that no hand ever closed
And if you come to enter
Please keep an eye all over

And if you meet the crippled pair
You would be well adviced
To watch out for your back

Upon the hill, there is no grave, but noone ever came
Back from the hill, there is no road, there's no hope, there is no helping hand
You'll get to know, what lurks into the vault
Under the moon, the waters roll, there's no hope, there is no helping hand to save your soul.

Upon the hill

Upon the hill, their parents died, but no one ever knew
And they remained together
And shared their lives with vultures

Behind their house, there was a well that no one ever drained
The depths are filled with water
That looks like gravy mire

And if you bend over the well
It may be a dead end
So watch out for your back

And if you meet the crippled pair
While trying to escape
Just watch out for your neck

Upon the hill, there is no grave, but noone ever came
Back from the hill, there is no road, there's no hope, there is no helping hand
You'll get to know, what lurks into the vault
Under the moon, the waters roll, there's no hope, there is no helping hand to save your soul.

You'll see the men, they may seem quite insane
Cause on the cold dark afternoons, they gather around the bloody well, to stave your soul.

They came at night
When shades spread their wings
The wind was screaming
with words we all fear

Inside our beds
We prayed for a relief
The trees were whistling
then we could not hear

Another house is damned
Another house is damned
Another house is damned
Another owl is nailed

There was a smell
Of death in the morning
People were shouting
with anguish and despair

Their doors were bleeding
And they saw the sign
Nailed on the wood,
a dying owl was looking

And we knew
That a curse was on our heads
We knew
who they are and what's their plan
We knew
from this day we'll be like them
We knew,
We're doomed

Another house is damned
Another house is damned
Another house is damned
Another owl is nailed