Lyrics/Music: Slate In this haunted house of gloom and dread Contains the souls of the sinister dead Eerie portraits of the vile fiends In this grotesque night gallery Painted in their immoral state Time has sealed their wretched fates Their faces withered from age past In their corruptible state of life The Ripper with his blood stained blade Stalking his week and feeble prey The witch of harvest night Casting spells on those who gaze The parlors dark and dimly little Shrouded in mystic... vibrations Echoes faintly heard throughout the halls In this grotesque night gallery The hanging man with his noose too tight Strangled his enemies all in one night Vampire goddess with hair of black Ripped her victims necks in half The executioner grips the two bladed axe Beheaded hundreds before him The grim portrait of the lord of decay Watching his body wither away As the paintings come to life The realization is clear The apparitions were always waiting From beyond the cryptic canvas Within this dark night gallery The spirits painted will never leave Within this dark night gallery Your life will be consumed