On a dark and misty morning
Despite several warnings
I lay with a banshee
In the house of horror
The DJs were calling
I ignored their voices
I found a candle
And burned the house down
The wind played a requiem
In the silent chamber, haunting
The road to oblivion
Begins outside my doorway
If it is as one supposes
That we don't live forever
Then there are no terrors
Waiting on the other side
If hell is my own invention
And heaven an illusion
The like the first angel
I have surely fallen
The wind played a requiem
In the silent chamber, haunting
The road to oblivion
Begins outside my doorway
In a gothic misadventure
I dined with the devil
His mistress was serving
And I was enjoying
But some things are best left
Smouldering and silent
I found a candle
And burned the house down
