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« A mansion in sorrow »
King Diamond
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
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