House of the Dead
Crimson threads and midnight sighs
Secrets hidden in those eyes
Orbs of vision, burning bright
Guide us through this endless night
Chants of power, silence breaks
In the darkness, spirits wake
Whispers call while shadows fall
The last resort, the curtain call
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
Where the dreams of the living tread
In the night, where the lost are led
Taste the fear, see the blood run red
You can meet me in the house of the dead
Where the dreams of the living tread
In the night, where the lost are led
Taste the fear, see the blood run red
You can meet me in the house of the dead
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
Drift through life forever
Gripping grim, bleak, cruel despair
A hollow heartbeat
Dread begins to steer the scare
A tremor spooks my essence
Haunted stillness, petrified
Punished by all choices
Quick to judge like cyanide
Where the dreams of the living tread
In the night, where the lost are led
Taste the fear, see the blood run red
You can meet me in the house of the dead
Secrets hidden in those eyes
Orbs of vision, burning bright
Guide us through this endless night
Chants of power, silence breaks
In the darkness, spirits wake
Whispers call while shadows fall
The last resort, the curtain call
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
Where the dreams of the living tread
In the night, where the lost are led
Taste the fear, see the blood run red
You can meet me in the house of the dead
Where the dreams of the living tread
In the night, where the lost are led
Taste the fear, see the blood run red
You can meet me in the house of the dead
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
The more that I sin, the darkness will win
Drift through life forever
Gripping grim, bleak, cruel despair
A hollow heartbeat
Dread begins to steer the scare
A tremor spooks my essence
Haunted stillness, petrified
Punished by all choices
Quick to judge like cyanide
Where the dreams of the living tread
In the night, where the lost are led
Taste the fear, see the blood run red
You can meet me in the house of the dead
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