Upon the hill there stands alone
A dark and grim manor abode
Forgotten, forbidding it calls to thee
Thus on Hallows night we enter three
Lightning crackles and thunder peals
An old dog howls and a small girl squeals
Yet into the manor we three must go
To face an old and powerful foe
Upon the stoop we hesitate
"Turn back now! It’s not too late!"
Oh how we wish’d we had learn'd
Not to go where the heart don't yearn
The door slams shut - too late now
The silence heavy and oh so loud
The darkness thickens even more
What horrors lay beyond the door?
The handle turns, it opens in
The den of this eternal sin
We turn to run, but cannot move
It drags us into its lonely tomb
They soon found us, within a day
But what we saw, we dare not say
Our sallow skin, our sunken eyes
We tell no truths, we tell no lies...
That foul night forever chang'd me
I am but one mind to house us three
In that manor dark and grim
Fear doth sing a haunting hymn.
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