House Of 1000 Voices

Inside the house that burned

No exit, no return

A place of oak and ashes

The silence of a 1000 voices

In the ruins of blackened wood

The house of orphans stood

No play, no childhood existed

You checked in, you never left

In the house of a 1000 voices

There's the hall of a 1000 devils

Broken dreams, no hopes no choices

Just a box full of evil

There's a room that no-one has seen

In the walls, a 1000 screams

Little voices, toys and laces

In the mirrors you see their faces

Stones and thrash, grass and berries

In the yard, there's something buried

There's a smell of somethings that's wrong

Something is wrong

Tiny feet and tiny shoes

In the shadows they're still running loose

Innocent to murder and death

Murder and death