1. ON WIDOW'S HILL

Come inside - you’re right on time
The thirteenth bell - is about to chime
We’ve locked the door - and we’ve chained the gate
Don’t trust the clock - for the hour is late

A roll of thunder rings, and the autumn moon is bright
A lone wolf lifts its head and sings, on this dark and stormy night

Worry fills your mind, for you’ve heard the tales before
A shiver moves up your spine, as you pound the iron door

They say the wind has a ghostly chill
By the old dark house on Widow’s Hill
A sudden scream cuts the still
In the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

Your host descends the stair, and he offers you a sin
The liquid tastes of old despair, though he claims it’s only gin

And when the lights go out, new screams are everywhere
The scent of blood leaves no doubt, there’s murder in the air

They say the wind has a ghostly chill
By the old dark house on Widow’s Hill
The canary captures the cat with skill
In the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

Leering portraits line the halls
Footsteps echo in the walls
The spirits shall decide your fate
Don’t trust the clock, the hour is late

Thirteen settings make the spread
Glasses filled with Spanish red
There’s chilled revenge on every plate
Don’t trust the clock, the hour is late

Stains still drying - Eyes are prying
One by one my dolls keep dying
Mommy’s lying - Daddy’s crying
One by one my dolls keep dying

They say the wind has a ghostly chill
By the old dark house on Widow’s Hill
A sudden scream cuts the still
In the old dark house on Widow’s Hill

They say the wind has a ghostly chill
By the old dark house on Widow’s Hill
The skeletons in the closet still
In the old dark house on Widow’s Hill