The moon casts a pale light
On the old, creaky mansion tonight
The wind howls through the trees
As the leaves rustle in the breeze

The gates of the manor creek open
As the shadows dance and awaken
The door through the mansion creeks
As the floorboards beneath it squeak

The darkness inside is thick and heavy
The silence is broken by a whisper so deadly
The candles flicker and die out
The shadows twist and shout

The ghousts of the past come alive
As the spirits of the dead arrive
The walls of the mansion starts to shake
As the ground beneath it starts to quake

The night is long and dark
As the spirits roam and embark
The gothic mansion is alive once more
As the spirits of the dead explore