House of Dun

Oh pale lady
Of the house called Dun
Woeful spirit
Who walks alone
In cold damp earth
Her bones remain
A restless soul
Absent of name

Oh lost harpist
Of stolen song
In the cold of night
Hear his great harp cry
To those who hear
These songs of woe
Be not with fear
Soon he shall go

You’re never alone
Within these walls
In darkness they roam
This house is their home

Beware the horseman
Who roams thesе roads
The vengeful spirit
Of thе House of Dun