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Come inside - you’re right on time

The thirteenth bell - is about to chime

We’ve locked the door - and we’ve chained the gate

Don’t trust the clock - for the hour is late

A roll of thunder rings, and the autumn moon is bright

A lone wolf lifts its head and sings, on this dark and stormy night

Worry fills your mind, for you’ve heard the tales before

A shiver moves up your spine, as you pound the iron door

They say the wind has a ghostly chill

By the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

A sudden scream cuts the still

In the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

Your host descends the stair, and he offers you a sin

The liquid tastes of old despair, though he claims it’s only gin

And when the lights go out, new screams are everywhere

The scent of blood leaves no doubt, there’s murder in the air

They say the wind has a ghostly chill

By the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

The canary captures the cat with skill

In the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

(interlude)

Leering portraits line the halls

Footsteps echo in the walls

The spirits shall decide your fate

Don’t trust the clock, the hour is late

Thirteen settings make the spread

Glasses filled with Spanish red

There’s chilled revenge on every plate

Don’t trust the clock, the hour is late

(Kendra chants)

Stains still drying - Eyes are prying

One by one my dolls keep dying

Mommy’s lying - Daddy’s crying

One by one my dolls keep dying

They say the wind has a ghostly chill

By the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

A sudden scream cuts the still

In the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

They say the wind has a ghostly chill

By the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

The skeletons in the closet still

In the old dark house on Widow’s Hill