Two hundred years ago there lived a man well known

that man, he was firmly insane

He captured little kids and kept them in the binds

Those children died slowly in pain

At least they tracked him down and awfull truth was found

To be buried alive was his doom

He spelled curse on the place that know one can't efface

It'll last with the flowers on his tomb



So many years of decay, but the place is standing still

So many tears wailed away, in that house on hauntend hill

Land has been cursed since the day he was buried alive

All there is dead expect his grave, those flowers never die



Long time passed away, a young man bought the place

and moved in to make it his home

First morning he was dead, torso lied at his bed

His head was found top of the dome

There was blood everywhere, people started to scare

At last the old curse had come true

So if you pass the place and strange voice calls your name

Don't stop or next victim is you



So many years of decay, but the place is standing still

So many tears wailed away, in that house on hauntend hill

Land has been cursed since the day he was buried alive

All there is dead expect his grave, those flowers never die