What's inside this house should have never been seen... What's inside these walls could have never been, too much suffering Still sweating from it's core, a vivid feeling...oppressing, here lies a secret The old mansion stands on the cloudy hills
Children will be playing in the attic...stumbling upon an old relic, A dusty crystal ball will roll on the attic floor, an and old handbook is waiting to be discovered Unveiling the drama that took place in 1943...on a cold Poland night... Turning and reading the pages, a shiver went down the spine For the frightful story could turn your blood to ice, revealing cruelty no one should have ever lived
Beholding a wicked tale of gloom and occult knowledge Spirits in the attic, are roaming restlessly Calling for someone to help them to break free Through nightmares be greeted to join our family
A Jewish family lived here long before their arrival Mother and father, two young children and the elder Kabbalistic magic was being practiced to see through doors of time Arcanes of fire to read through wicked plans of those now in power... Spirits: "We see soldiers at your door, coming to carry you." Trains and camps of death, the only path before them Hiding the attic could not alter the course of events The glowing crystal ball is now revealing their tragic end...
Welcome to our wicked tormented tale of torn lives and secrets We spirits, in the attic, will never be set free You are the witness of human vile, our tragedy Through our nightmares, be guided to a dance of eternity
Awakening of a crimson shelter
"Never could we have imagined the horror bestowed upon us... What one earth have we done to be so cruelly treated? It seems has though hands of fate deceived us through this horror we've seen Tortured to the bones, and burned alive in front of our peers Humanity revealed it's vile and evil nature. A corpse made of flesh, is only alive for so long, but our souls will live forever Through death we were set free, and in the old house we will be Coming back through magic, in this attic, our family lives Until the last drop of eternity..."
Now spirits are swirling in this madness, here Haunting this house forever to see, a tale of misery The newly arrived family hear their voices and see All remaining parts of atrocities, a life of misery On and on these laments are resonating... Through the dark, in the night, ghosts are shining bright! And fear is striking hearts of the living Spiral fog, orbs of light, chain noise and wildfire A new family's not welcomed (here), they can only leave
Get out of this wicked tale of death and morbid secrets We spirits in the attic, will never leave you be This house is the only place we've know when life was to be Forever, it will witness our spiritual activity
Awakening of a crimson shelter...awaken, the crimson ghostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
