Locked doors and secret halls
Lightning bolts and fireballs
Skeleton keys, blasphemies
Home of my dear family
At the core a bleeding heart
Grandfather's body lays in parts
Mind of sin and veins within
This very mansion built from him
His ghost lurks here
His soul draws near
Keeping the faith
In mirrors his face
Our name kept alive
He never really died
This house he stalks
Our family's warlock
Hell is where the heart is
Buried at the core of this fortress
Home is where the heart lies
Buried in steel it forever thrives
Black windows and filthy gravestones
It seems so placid but you're not alone
Ravens sit but never speak
Floors are shabby but never creak
The scent of cooking but so very cold
All is ancient, so very old
A scent of mint, so very sweet
And from the depths a heart beats
His ghost lurks here
His soul draws near
Keeping the faith
In mirrors his face
Our name kept alive
He never really died
This house he stalks
Our family's warlock
Hell is where the heart is
Buried at the core of this fortress
Home is where the heart lies
Buried in steel it forever thrives