many names but you may call me Death
And you will curse my name until your final
Eventually your soul will belong to me
There is no place for you to flee.
It will do no good to beg and plea
For I am La Mort, In French I am the Fini.
The Chateau was a dreary rundown place
The windows looked like hollow eyes in a
We came up a driveway lined with pines
They formed an arch where the sun never shines
They stood like wraiths with branches entwined.
Of human inhabitants there was no sign.
Twelve American soldiers, three jeep loads
We were scouting the enemy down back country
We turned in through a dilapidated rusty
Where two marble lions lay in wait
With cold beady eyes shining with hate
They welcomed us to come and meet our fate.
Reconnaissance is not a piece of cake
You die when you make one mistake.
We left our jeeps and radio parked in the
Was a mistake we wouldn't make again.
The house looked deserted that was plain
And their was nothing in the pine woods we
Four of us went in the front door
And left the rest outside to explore.
The inside was a picture from a history page
It was like a scene from another age.
I was sure the ghosts who lived here would
scream with rage
If we didn't back off, didn't disengage.
But we searched the house room by room and
floor by floor.
Vern and I went down to see where the steps led
And found no signs that others had been here
We listened but the house was silent as a
Not one soul in any room.
Then I opened the cellar door and peered
down into the gloom.
I thought is this the place we meet our doom?
And found an old man laying on a bed.
By a single candles flickering light
That barely held back the encroaching night
Lay an old man swathed in gleaming white.
All my life I have not forgotten the sight.
The cellar was huge and cloaked in gloom
We could see many doors leading to other
Sometimes when your heart is tugged by fear
And things are not what they appear
A voice will whisper in your ear
Better get the hell out of here.
When I looked at Vern the fear on his face
began to show.
I said old buddy we had better go.
As I turned too look at the old man's face
I thought I saw a smile, just a trace.
We sure left there at a faster pace.
When we heard a rifle bolt click into place.
When we got up to the kitchen we heard a loud
You don't mistake a machine guns chatter.
I looked out the window for the sound.
Saw a couple of the guys laying face down.
They were dead before they hit the ground.
None of the other men were still around.
To the left in the pine woods a wisp of smoke
And once again the machine gun spoke.
Then I heard my guys down by the road
Firing as fast as they could load.
I told my men time to leave this abode
They didn't need anymore goad.
When we got to the radio and the call went
We needed help the place was full of krauts.
Then in the rear the big guns snarled and
The Chateau and the pine woods vanished in
a cloud of smoke.
And in his bed The Grim Reaper awoke
And came for another load of folk.
And he came with a bony horse and dray
Loaded all the souls and drove away.
I don't curse you Death, my friend;
I would never treat you with vilipend.
For I know we will meet someday in the end
And to Gods kingdom I will transcend.
All my life I wondered was that old man really
Just who lit that candle beside the bed?
Was the Chateau de la mort a place where
Or did the marble lions guard the gates of
I am sure friend Death you could tell.
Is the Chateau de la Mort the place where
spirits say farewell?