| Prologue: | |
| I know when I'm gone the full tragic truth will also die. | |
| And therefore their being at last will have been but a lie? | |
| If no-one is left to remember their sorrowful story? | |
| When nobody tells the sad tale? No-one's there to be sorry? | |
| Imagine a night, Stygian black while you're cosy and warm. | |
| Imagine the howling of some ineluctable storm. | |
| So if you are ready and I've got your outright attention, | |
| I'm ready to unveil the story of old Foremar Mansion. | |
| Where a family lived long ago - but what makes it so weird | |
| is not that they lived there but rather that they disappeared. | |
| There wasn't a soul from the great hall to the smallest pantry, | |
| the great Foremar manor henceforward forever stood empty. | |
| They lived in a house built on dreams and built of burnt bricks, | |
| tarted up, impressed by themselves as they swaggered, | |
| gave a home to many good friends and to some rascal tricks. | |
| Sirens lured, could it be that they followed and staggered? | |
| Did they care for anyone else except for themselves? | |
| So why should anyone care for them now? | |
| Empty rooms, not very much left on the old rotten shelves. | |
| They ended in smoke but you cannot say how. | |
| But they all are long since gone. | |
| It's a riddle what went wrong. | |
| Scarcely anyone knows that they ever lived here, | |
| nor do we know why they disappeared. | |
| Why they all have long since gone. | |
| Maybe there lived too many monsters under their stairs. | |
| We don't know if they all were led or were banished. | |
| Did they see strange eyes in the night that gave them a stare? | |
| Did they flee just head over heals as they vanished? | |
| No-one knows if they were driven or if they were led. | |
| Dusty rooms, no more servants to clear away plates. | |
| Did they cry or did they move on without any regrets? | |
| No farewells, no more talks and no boring debates. | |
| But they all are long since gone. | |
| It's a riddle what went wrong. | |
| Scarcely anyone knows that they ever lived here, | |
| nor do we know why they disappeared. | |
| Why they all have long since gone. | |
| The only things found were remains | |
| of the poor chained unwanted cousin. | |
| He had been slightly insane. | |
| From below stairs there was babbling and buzzing. | |
| He just didn't suit, couldn't fit, | |
| so he was locked up in the cellar. | |
| Displeasing he sat in the pit | |
| until he passed, poor little fella. | |
| But they all are long since gone. | |
| It's a riddle what went wrong. | |
| Scarcely anyone knows that they ever lived here, | |
| nor do we know why they disappeared. | |
| Why they all have long since gone. | |
| Glooming stars, or did they run off for a shimmer of gold? | |
| No regrets, they're all gone without any trace. | |
| Far away, or are they still prowling around in the cold? | |
| Pictures fade, can't remember a name or a face. | |
| But they all are long since gone. | |
| It's a riddle what went wrong. | |
| But they all are long since gone. | |
| It's a riddle what went wrong. | |
| Scarcely anyone knows that they ever lived here, | |
| nor do we know why they disappeared. | |
| Why they all have long since gone. | |
| But they all have long since gone. | |
| It's a riddle what went wrong. | |
| So, what drove them away, no-one ever can say | |
| and the only thing we know today | |
| is that they didn't stay |
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