The moon hides behind the house,
Too fearful to show its shiny face.
For the deserted house on the hill
Rules the nest and detests intruders.
We come in the night to save our friends
From the evil alive within.
We come armed and ready for battle
To free the ones lost in its tunnels.
A house with its own identity,
With The Dead living in its walls.
A house able to defend itself
From all strangers at its door.
I can hear the whispers and sighs
Coming from deep with its bowels.
I can see faces at its windows,
Elongated with hollow eyes.
We must return to the dark basement,
To the place of traps and swinging saws.
We must fight the evil hiding within,
Behind the three closed doors.
Gargoyles and grabbing arms
Block our way through the dark hallways.
A deep pool of water pulls us down,
Making us swim through the basement floor.
This time we will win the fight.
This time The Dead will yield.
This time we will leave with our friends.
This time the night won't rule the day.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
THE DEAD GAME