Mansion in Sorrow, mansion in the dark

Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark



The gates were locked from the inside

And Abigail was sure to die

Then Little One went straight through her body

And the gates, they opened wide

And Little One went up the stairs to the old oak door



Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark

Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark



Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark

Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark



Lightning was striking the trees all around

Abigail still in shock, awoken by the sound



Run better run, run better run after Little One

Run better run, run after Little One

But Little One had gone, gone to the beyond

Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark



Suddenly the door was open, "Where have you been my dear?

I'm Brandon Henry and I serve the master here"



Through a maze of gloomy hallways and candles black

Safe from the storm she followed the man with the shaved head

They went in... in to a room... that was like a shrine

Jewelry and dresses too... in cabinets made of glass

Portraits on the walls, 18 in all

A strong scent of old perfume, and then there was THE HAIR



Long... black... lifeless hair