Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark

Maybe tommorow the devils mark

The gates were locked from the inside

And Abigail was sure to die

The little one went straight through her body

And they gates, they opened wide

And Little One went upstairs to the old oak door

Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark

Maybe tommorow the devils mark

Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark

Maybe tommorow the devils mark

Lightning was strinking the trees all around

Abigail still in shock, awoken by the sound

Run better run, run better run after little one

Run better run, run after Little One

But Little One had gone, gone to the beyond

Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark

Suddenly the door opened, where have you been my dear

I'm Brandon Henry and I serve the master here

Through a maze of gloomy hallways and candles black

Safe from the storm she followed the man with the shaven head

They went into a room that was a like a shrine

Jewerly and dresses too in cabinets made of glass

Portraits on the wall 18 in all

A strong scent of perfume and there was the hair

Long black lifeless hair