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In the midst of the savage woods

Where no one dares trespass

Stands the House of the Dead,

The door to the gates of hell.

Former mansion of wealth,

Hospital of war, orphanage of despair.

Summons the dark powers

To homage the diabolical forces.

Overflowing its walls with blood,

Built on an old cemetery.

Lures the melancholic to end their misery,

Lures the black masses to worship Satan.

To hold blasphemous ceremonies,

Blood rituals in the House of the Dead.

Darkness attracts darkness,

The spectre wanders in distress.

The House of the Dead,

The gates of hell.

Can Busquets… The Mansion…