The House By The Cemetery

Despite the warnings

From the girl in the photograph

The Boyle family moves from their safety in New York

A six month vacation, a ticket straight to hell

Norman´s colleague´s work wasn´t finished

He killed the mistress and hanged himself

Oh, Mae tried to warn you

Oh, Mae isn´t real

Mae is no more

Oh, Mae, Mae is dead

The Oak Mansion, better known as the Freudstein´s house

Was once the home of a mad surgeon

The cellar, his bloody domains

Creaking and heavy breathing

The children cries

To draw you in to the madness

That breathes in the Freudstein´s house

Oh, Mae tried to warn you

Oh, Mae isn´t real

Mae is no more

Oh, Mae, Mae is dead

He needs human victims

to renew is cells

Maggots for organs, his flesh is ill

Your throat will be cut

Like a loaf of bread

The bats are the least of your concern

Dr Freudstein still dwell downstairs

The House by the Cemetery

Is still his home

Bob, you need to be quiet

Bob, you may not speak

Oh, Mae tried to warn you

Oh, Mae isn´t real

Mae is no more

Oh, Mae, Mae is dead