To guard the bastard son That someday could be king The Elliott reiver clans Were charged with the bidding And as the tale is told This monster grew with age Torturing flesh and soul Inside the Hermitage
The spirits stir again In ruins still it stands The keep of doom The Hermitage
The Lord of Liddlesdale De Soulis be the name Whose grim debauchery Had earned a tyrant's fame A soulless pedophile Who wanted to be thane Who left a wake of death Behind his bloody reign
The spirits stir again In ruins still it stands The keep of doom The Hermitage
I felt the energy And stood within its walls I've seen the grey pale light Inside the ancient halls I've seen the pit of doom The dungeon of despair And felt the breath of hell Within the tyrant's lair
The spirits stir again In ruins still it stands The keep of doom The Hermitage
His body boiled alive Inside a vat of lead His ghost still haunts the keep His spirit trapped in death
The spirits stir again In ruins still it stands The keep of doom The Hermitage
