The house across the street, oh it does hold a spell
For those that have survived there, speak but don't tell
From others I've heard macabre stories, it's horror and hell
Witnessed, I have, the downfall of things that didn't end well

It started late in the fall, it was the year seventy-four
The owner tragically died, beginning the legend of yore
For eight long years set bare the home, evil amassing inside those doors
The legend growing as each year turned, wickedness spawning from its core

Gruesome tales about the first body found, horrendous accident was the word about
Accident is something I want to doubt, the culprit of this death, was the house
The walls do breathe without a sound, living there is something it just won't allow
This I know from first hand account, body after body soon carried out

Another horrific tale, to say the least, a young couple married, looking for peace
They move into the house madly in love, ignorant they are of inner deadly beast
Not long after, peace turns to unrest, the demons inside ready for feast
A case once again of innocence ceased, the house wins again, a hand of four kings

The house I say, it has it all, an invitation it sends, then spits out your soul
The decadence has grown from the year seventy four, serene to havoc, to anything goes 
A walk through that threshold, a torturous passage of fire plus brimstone
Check your coat at the door, you won't need it on the trip that you'll go