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Silence lays deadly on the wood |
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And stone of this evil old house |
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What once here walked, always walked alone |
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Time is ripe and |
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I am back again |
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Relive past days, always deadly stained |
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Some might call haunted |
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Some call insane |
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Some call deranged |
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But I went back again |
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Scandal, murder, suicide, insanity |
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The walls are closing in with cruelsome entity |
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Madness, torment spiced with sheer atrocity |
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Sweet scent of death invites to dear monstrosity |
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One night the house became alive |
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Woke me from sleep, time was half past nine |
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Each room and hall was now in motion |
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Twisted reason into sick subversion |
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So call me evil |
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Call me insane |
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Call me deranged |
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But I'll go back again |
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Scandal, murder, suicide, insanity |
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The walls are closing in with cruelsome entity |
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Madness, torment spiced with sheer atrocity |
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Sweet scent of death invites to dear monstrosity |
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So call me evil |
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Call me insane |
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Call me deranged |
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But I'll go back again |
