Theres a hounted town full of whispered tales
About a creaking house of mystery
This brooding, moldy tomb
With a crooked garret room
Hides a devilish history
Behind its slanting walls, a lurking place
Unbounded void trancending time and space
Stay one night and leave no room for doubt
You'll suffer fevered dreams in the Witch House
Centuries ago in a pious, fearful town
A witch stood trial for being godless
Sentenced to be hung at dawn
On the prison wall she'd drawn
Lines and curves, then she vanished!
Her disappearence never was explained
Be it Satan's work or sorceries attained
Stay the night and soon you'll be aroused
Some says she lingers still in the Witch House
Benedictus Dominus
Benedictus Dominus
ARKHAM CHOIR:
Within these moldy dank walls, a newborn baby cries
A wicked rat roams, it's the devil in disguise
Behind these slanting walls, a lurking place
Unbounded void trancending time and space
GILMAN + ELWOOD:
Just stay the night, and soon you'll be aroused
Some say she lingers still in the Witch House
Behind these slanting walls, a lurking place
Unboudned void trancending time and space
Stay the night and leave no room for doubt
You'll suffer fevered dreams in the Witch House
He was a genius. Truly gifted.
FATHER IWANICKI:
Who, my son?
My friend, Walter Gilman. We were classmates at Miskatonic and rented room in the same house. They call it the Witch House.
FATHER IWANICKI:
Ah yes. Legend has it the accused witch, Keziah Mason once lived there. Why would you choose such a place?
Poor students can't afford to be picky.
FATHER IWANICKI:
It was cheap, but Walter really wanted to live there beacause of its history.
FATHER IWANICKI:
It's a dark history, unholy.
Walter had no fear of that. The story of Keziah fascinated him. Soon after we moved in he began to hear strange noises there. He called it the endless cacaphony. All I heard was the constant prayer of our neighbor, Mr. Mazurewicz.

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