House of Souls
If you listen very closely,
way into the night
there are sobbing sounds and spirits
that will surely give you fright.
For in that darkened house,
with boards upon the panes,
sunshine never enters,
just eternal rains.
It appears there was a time
when the sunshine was let in,
but not since that frightful night
of debauchery and sin.
Captives in the rooms
were tortured and left to die.
Now, of those lost souls,
if you listen, hear their cries.
So, if you enter in the house
that only darkness thrives,
you better turn around and run
if you want to spare your lives!
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