The House

I'm riding through the night, a friend has called me I see the moonless sky, the stars shine bright The house before me, fog hangs over I'm standing there alone in the dark I ring the bell He opens the door He looks like death No shadow on the floor It seems life's gone out of his body And madness has now taken control Pale and grey A weird mind His sister is dead And I'm so blind Deep in the house She's lying there This bird of happiness With long black hair Silent screams out of the distance It seems the walls would talk to me Whispering voices out of the grave It seems the house can't set me free Horror running through my veins As I see my friend going insane Pale and grey He's standing there Scratching and moaning, Disturbing the air He knows that he buried his sister alive But as he sees her he knows that he'll die Silent screams out of the distance It seems the walls would talk to me Whispering voices out of the grave It seems the house can't set me free And it's burning...