28 August 2012
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
6:47 • Opuss № I