The Manor House

As the pregnant moon begins to rise, one can hear the mournful cries And when the spirts start their prowl rabid wolves began to howl From the manor house upon the hill, you can hear the mournful shrill from the souls who dwell inside, who were killed and tossed aside Some phantoms have been seen, and as the moon lights up the scene one can hear the groans and cries, as if these sounds were demonize A priest went there to investigate, but no one knows his fate Perhaps he too is now a ghost, and has become the spirt’s host Stay away from that place they say, or you will never see another day for the ancient manor on that hill, sits there waiting for another kill