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A rumour was whispered

In fear to the dancers

They crept to the arms of La Sorelli

Black cloak and deaths head

As Buquet described him

In the third cellar slung from a beam

Joseph found hanging

He was sent with a voice from God

He who haunts the halls

All alone

Superstition ran deep in La Sorelli

Monsieurs Poligny and Debienne

The managers last night, shrouded in death

So they left the house in the hands

Of the new owners, Richard and Montcharmin

The book of instructions passed on to them

Follow the rules or so God help thee

He was sent with a voice from God

He who haunts the halls All alone

A mischief abounds

Make sure and obey article 63

Stay away from box five

Stay away

20,000 francs paid in full each month

Sealed and sent to the ghost

On their desk a letter was found

A frayed page with the script of a child

What fools do they think we are?

My dear managers, you have broken the rules

If you want us to live in peace then keep box five free

Three knocks on an empty box

Four francs, sometimes six

Even flowers left in his stead

So rent out box five, they demanded in anger

With those cursed five words spoken

Doomed was the business they ran