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...