Along a dark, forsaken road,
There stands a stark and grim abode -
An old Manor House looks black and tall
To cast a gray and deathly pall -
Beyond the ancient Victorian gates,
A thousand nightmares lie in wait -
For dark things dwell in this house of fear,
And none but the dead dare trespass here....
There stands a stark and grim abode -
An old Manor House looks black and tall
To cast a gray and deathly pall -
Beyond the ancient Victorian gates,
A thousand nightmares lie in wait -
For dark things dwell in this house of fear,
And none but the dead dare trespass here....