The watch swings out
It's a quarter to seven
The souls have come
Going straight to heaven
With a squint of an eye
And a flash of a hand
The man creeps along
With his silent band
Dark as night
Creaky floors
Silent rooms
And old wooden doors
A house so dark
But inviting too
It's a trap
There's nothing to do
That mysterious man
He soon comes back
There's a scream in the hallway
Then everything turns black
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