2 October 2012
How they died, they still don't know But through walls and ceilings they love to go
They all have funny little holes in there head Perhaps they're marks from playing dead
Floating up stairs, playing hide and seek There'll be some new guests arriving in a few weeks
To have some fun they really can't wait They like to watch them when they wait at the gate
But there is one in this mansion, who is ill at ease Goes by the name of Sir Allan Edgar if you please
He stands at the window, with the amber light Watching and waiting for stray souls in the night
He doesn't play games, he doesn't have fun He caresses his finger on the trigger of his gun
He waits and watches for All Hallows Eve For those he invited who want to believe
The Ghosts Of Carpenters Inn • Opuss № I