Hulluch is a commune in the Pas-de-Calais department in the Nord-Pas-de-Calais region of France.
An ex-coalmining town, now a farming commune, situated some 4 miles (6.4 km) north of Lens, at the junction of the D947 and the D39 roads.
The chapter of Lens mentions Huluce in 1070 in a charter of Eustache de Boulogne.
St Vaast called it Huluz in 1098, by 1136 it was written Hulut and Hullut 1180.
in 1202 Huluch and Huluc. In 1303, Hulus on a seal affixed to a document and finally Hulluch from 1388, (confirmed again in 1429 by archives of Artois. It is pronounced Ooloo, as the final ch is not pronounced.
The town already existed in the Gallo-Roman era. Some pottery from this period has been found while digging the basement of a house near the old Roman road.
Originally inhabited by the Morins, the enemy of Julius Caesar, it was occupied by the Franks well before the 10th century. The village was chosen as a Christian mission during the 4th and 5th centuries.
An early seigneur built a simple castle with a donjon and outbuildings surrounded by fences and ditches. Around the year 1300, it is surrounded by stone walls, battlements, towers and a drawbridge. This medieval castle was burned, along with the village, by the Flemish in 1303, then bombarded by the Spanish. The succession of battles and invasions led to its demise, unable to withstand the tests of time andwars.
Rebuilt as a chateau by Baron de Bertoult, during the reign of Louis XIV, the chateau was richly decorated and surrounded by a beautiful park.
Unfortunately, the chateau was blown up by the Germans at the outset of World War I, but afterwards replaced by a residential district, called "Clos du Chateau" to perpetuate the memory of the chateau.
led astray from sovereign tranquil ways
sinful usurper emotionally manipulates
all is seazed by the gleam in her eye
misguided pawn silently cries
prevalent untruth indignifies
lying, cheating, unrevealing
sets her sights on malicious misleading
pushed to insanity through he evil
acceptant servant must not question what
the treacherous plotting holds for him
for in her mind deceit is the only way
brainwashed, will lost, emotional holocaust
torrential anguish fills your soul
many more days of one more death
one more level of torment you''''''''ll know
praying for your past
before the dark times
visions of the last
mementos divine
treading in a sea
consumed by the wake
a current of sorrow