These halls echo with the sound of hatred and fear
The walls are practically covered in blood
Incredibly malevolent things have happened here
And I still remain under the tiles and mud
The ocean breeze slips through the window
Sweeping across the place I know,
Chilling the air inside the door
Icy and dark- this house on the shore
I’m left here as a story to be told,
Instead of resting in the ground
My soul has never been graced by the earth
Nor my remains, ever been found
Evil still lingers in the air here
This house of hatred- house of fear
I need you to find me
I need you to set me free
But it never happens
In time you’ll leave like the others before
It’s not your fault that your afraid
But still, I remain in this house on the shore
