Grandma, welcome home You have been gone far, far too long Is this a dream, are you really back? Let me help you out of the chair Grandma Let me touch
Riding up the alley in the rain No lights to show the way How could this ever be their home? Through the darkness you could only see A giant shadow which
Oh Abigail, I know you're in control of her brain, Abigail And I know that you're the one who's speaking through her, Abigail Miriam, well, can you hear
That must be it Through the summer rain of 1845 The coach had finally arrived To the valley where the crossroads meet below And where all darkness seems
Missy I miss you so, oh, little sister I wish you'd come back to me and sit by my side We'd laugh and we'd play again, if only you'll try You know they
Welcome my friend, my name is Charon Please take my hand, I know the secret land Don't be afraid, oh no I'm faceless but don't fear now I'll take you
I cannot sleep at night That's what the day is for anyway And as the clock strikes midnight I hear them dancing at the graves Singing to my mind, killing
Oh it's Halloween Every night to me is Halloween Like an ancient scene See you know just what I mean Halloween, you are my pride Halloween, not just
Seven years have gone It can no longer be left undone The candle must burn again And pain must follow the unholy flame So burn, burn, burn And free the
On the following Friday as I turned out the light Grandma' came and knocked at my door Wake up king, wake up my dear I am gonna show you about the house
Late that night I awoke from My sleep Hearing unknown voices laughing insane Grandma' was one, Oh it's coming from the room next to mine It's Grandma'
Christmas time is here again Santa needs a helping hand We cannot find his evil sheet To draw his laying for the night So all the waiting Christmas trees
It's so cold inside On this summer's night Black clouds in the sky Dancing before my eyes I'm losin' track of time It's the eye of the witch It's the
The inquisition will take her to the hill Ready for the kill, giving God His will Everybody's there, none of them will care Not a single prayer Burn
The darkness came closer to home, on the following night And Miriam slept like a rock, when Jonathan's face went white The bedroom was ice cold, but the
cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man for real Yeah all applepie yeah Straight up, Flipmode BK king {Ghostface Killah} It was the best
five, And for the Lord he was praying hard Or that train he'd have to drive... Well the Devil he had three aces and a king, And the Lord, he was running