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Lured by the sense of what's inside

It's never lived So it's never died

Black pearly gates, Walls of brick

Winding roads, 'til turnstiles click

Walk right in, Hear the evil voice

Can't go back, There is no choice

Innocent people, Atop their doom

Happy faces, None of gloom

A hanging man Above stretching walls

Leads inside, To lengthening halls

Moving in deeper, Staying all together

Pictures change, With stormy weather

Staring at two, They stare right back

Taken by surprise, Into a spider's trap

Dressed in evil, Face of dead

There's no harm, Just go ahead

Holding two, Enter the fright

Put in a chamber, Without a light

Up the staircase, Around the bend

Ghouls are waiting, For a friend

Time in rhythm, To a dragon's tail

See floating objects, As they sail

Looking from above, The raven sees it all

A disembodied spirit Inside a glowing ball

Materialized party, Lively guns ignite

Jumping from their tombs With ghoulish delight

An active graveyard, The air sits deathly still

Singing shadows, Become more versatile

Banshees float From organ pipes

Releasing moans Of sickly types

A rhythmic heartbeat, From the bride

Tramps don't ask, Just get inside

Up and out Of the king's domain

All that's there Will still remain

Daylight in the distance, Mistress in a dress

Locks in her hood...

"Hurry back" is all she says