A pitch-black villa towers out from hiding mists Screams all around from its rot-smelling walls Everywhere, floor suppurating smears of moss Delightful undead corpses pacing, moaning in woe “We waiting for living friends We waiting for wandering flesh It will be lots of company Welcome to Mansion Morgue” This putrid hell-on-earth is strangelyu peaceful, dominated by the silence of the await. They stop their moans to trick on unwary visitors, while they chosin’ the blades to welcome guests. Something sinister, something molesting x2 All hopes to exit falls down All escapes routes sealed by organic walls “We waiting for living friends We waiting for wandering flesh It will be lots of company Welcome to Mansion Morgue” Corpses around, corpses above, corpses everywhere Number is growing... the last corpse will be yours!