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Upon an island in the far Atlantic Sea,

A family grave was built in the 17th century,

 Sealed with a marble plate,

Walls made of coral stone..

But still a ghastly curse unknown dwells dormant through the Chase Vault

Thomas Chase bought the grave

Though the first entombment already had taken place

Within this old forsaken vault with a wooden coffin

Lay upon the unsunned ground

First his little babychild,,, died!

His second daughter committed..Suicide!

Four damned years went by when Father Chase himself passed away

His corpse buried in a leaden coffin was marched unto the grave

Eight strong men moved the slab,,

The gate was opened

The torches were lit

As they faced a sickening sight behind the archway of the crypt!

Eyes of astonishment glaring with ignorance,

the caskets were misplaced with a strange form of violence

The tomb was put back in order and resealed,,

Not knowing what kind of mayhem they had revealed.