Haunting Homestead Lyrics

Upon the crooked hill where windswept timbers moan

Lies the homestead desolate a place few have known

A keeper's greying eyes like fog above a crypt

Guard the threshold of the damned where spirits have slipped

His grin a twisted chasm swallowing the light

Welcomes me inside to the chorus of the blight

The door's creak a prelude to the haunting symphony

A house alive with echoes of its twisted history

As dusk devours the landscape and shadows claim their due

The structure breathes with malice painting fear anew

Whispers in the piping a cacophony unheard

Messages from lips unseen in the walls interred

A sense of being watched from the corners dim and stark

A silhouette an almost form residing in the dark

Its gaze palpable as the heartbeat in my chest

A cold surveillance that offers me no rest

Laughter of a child sprites dancing through the gloom

A fleeting wraith of joy preceding impending doom

Tiny footsteps echo a pitter-patter tease

Ephemeral are the giggles that the night's breath will seize

Outside my pane the crows convene with coal black eyes

Sentinels or omens under the haunted skies

They caw to the moon an ancient cryptic ode

A foretelling of horrors in this spectral abode

In the clutches of the night my dreams an open grave

Her life a dying ember beneath the water's wave

The killer's face emerges a portrait etched in sin

Eyes that match the keeper's where do I begin?

Now he's watching behind each creaking door

A silent predator craving more and more

I feel the cold embrace a touch that whispers "stay"

In the haunting homestead where souls forever lay

Now he's watching and I cannot scream

His face my terror in this waking dream

Now he's watching I'm the next display

In the gallery of the ghostly fray

Now he's watching and I cannot scream

His face my terror in this waking dream

Now he's watching I'm the next display

In the gallery of the ghostly fray

With dawn's reluctant rise I'm one with the decay

My flesh and bone dissolved my essence led astray

Through time-worn glass I glance my vigil ever stern

Waiting for the living as the seasons turn

As new souls wander in through the keeper's gate

They find my company within these walls of fate

Another shadow in the corner another whisper in the gloom

Another victim of the homestead's timeless spectral womb