Their souls reach out in the darkness,
Where they hunt you for the thrill,
Evil lurks where shadows dwell,
In the house upon the haunted hill...
The house sits alone deep in the woods,
Where they say evil there never sleeps,
Especially under the dark cover of the night,
They will take your soul on which they feed...
The path is winding, cold and long,
Night will fall before you arrive,
And you know that if you still proceed,
You may not come out of this alive...
For it is in the darkness spirits rise,
From the depths of this darkened home,
You can feel their evil presence,
In this Forest where they roam...
You can hear the screams of the Ferries cry,
And you know upon you is death,
The Ferries bite brings a deadly end,
And sends you to eternal rest...
or so you thought...
You now enter a world of darkness,
Where Ferries and Demons dwell,
In a place where the fire rages,
And the spirits dance in Hell...
Where all your wicked fantasies,
Share this eternal dream,
The Ferries brought you here my friend,
Nothing here is at it seems...
Where your flesh lives on in ecstasy,
And takes your lust in sin,
This may be fun for the moment,
But your soul belongs to them...
Close you eyes sweet child in time,
Never fear when the Reaper comes,
Just know there is another place,
To go when your life is done...
Darkness shadows the evil soul,
And those the Ferries killed,
It all began on that fateful trip,
To that house on the haunted hill...
