The House on the Hill

from Ward No. 9 by Sanity

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A house stands, upon the hill, dark and overgrown.
Dead leaves, pealed paint, all the glory gone.
The dark secret, forgotten, from the stories told.
A family lived, many years, in this house so old.

One misty, dreary night, they heard a screaming sound
When they reached, the house to watch, not a soul was found.
No child, nor family, living thing around.
Burnt candles, piece of chalk , and the wind unbound.

Hearing the call ... of the House on the hill
There is no hope ... no-one to break the spell
Eternally lost ... in the House on the hill
Try to bring light ... into this living hell

The years have passed, the house still stands, no noise was ever heard.
The valley people, close their eyes, like nothing there occurred.
But the house, awakes that night, each and every year.
A lone sad, screaming sound, would echo loud and clear.

A resurrection, calling me, the house that blushed and bloomed
The doors pale, windows shut, missing the entombed
We both remain, all alone, Haunted - they say.
Sitting still, in disrepair, just waiting to this day.

Hearing the call ... of the House on the hill
There is no hope ... no-one to break the spell
Eternally lost ... in the House on the hill
Try to bring light ... into this living hell.

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from Ward No. 9, released December 24, 2012

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