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Lyrics: Blakk, Music: Slate

From the beginning, there was chaos,

Terrors were born here in this house

Footsteps approaching from the shadows.

Beyond the darkness of the night

Bodies in unmarked graves,

Rags in place of flesh

Tormented spirits rise,

The evil that haunts this ground

An apparition with dead eyes,

Summoned by nightmares of a child

Priest and ministers cannot breath,

Investigation turns bizarre

A hidden room full of dust,

Deep scratches on the doors

Lurking among the dead,

The evil that haunts this ground

An unseen force grabbing my hand,

Objects thrown about

Knocks on doors, bleeding statues,

Whispers in the hallway

Blood on my face, blood on my hands.

Rancid odor of filth

Blood on the door, blood on the bed.

Stains creeping down the walls

Souls of the damned poison to the ground

Creeping in my basement

Empty coffins, curtains of flesh,

Broken stain glass windows

Falling birds, twisted floor boards,

Creek with every step

Disturbing visions,

Destroy my faith for dauntless eternity

Wake up bound and gagged. The fireplace erupts

Picture frames fall down. This land is bewitched

Panic stricken but far too weak to run,

Stumbling through the hallway to get my gun

Time to feel the wrath of my disease,

You will have centuries to scream my name... in hell!

I survive in the darkest places of your mind

Cursed by the evil that haunts this ground