A scream of terror cuts through the night.
Perverts feast on their delight.
A man drops bones in a well to hide,
it's busy in the dead of night.
The roundhouse 's filled with horror and souls who whisper tales of woe.
The landlord 's feared by the villagers, whose daughters disappear.
The story goes that it's evil up there,
sinister cults practice rituals in there.
Investigation got stuck in a drawer somewhere
forget that roundhouse of despair.
That roundhouse filled with horror and souls who whisper tales of woe
The landlord 's feared by the villagers whose daughters disappear.
I can hear their voices when the story comes to life.
And i can feel their presence it sends shivers down my spine.
As long as they still haunt the story goes.
And how that story went well no one knows.

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