| Mansion in Sorrow, mansion in the dark
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| Maybe tomorrow the Devil’s mark
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| The gates were locked from the inside
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| And Abigail was sure to die
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| Then Little One went straight through her body
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| And the gates, they opened wide
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| And Little One went up the stairs to the old oak door
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| Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
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| Maybe tomorrow the Devil’s mark
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| Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
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| Maybe tomorrow the Devil’s mark
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| Lightning was striking the trees all around
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| Abigail still in shock, awoken by the sound
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| Run better run, run better run after Little One
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| Run better run, run after Little One
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| But Little One had gone, gone to the beyond
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| Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
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| Suddenly the door was open, «Where have you been my dear?
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| I’m Brandon Henry and I serve the master here»
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| Through a maze of gloomy hallways and candles black
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| Safe from the storm she followed the man with the shaved head
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| They went in… in to a room… that was like a shrine
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| Jewelry and dresses too… in cabinets made of glass
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| Portraits on the walls, 18 in all
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| A strong scent of old perfume, and then there was THE HAIR
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| Long… black… lifeless hair |