The night turned black and the air turned cold I could feel it in my breath and down my bones The roads looked like cars were extinct And the only meat her were the hookers on the beat But as I wandered through this urban graveyard I was kickin' up leaves like a frustrated schoolboy But I never noticed that house upon that hill, before Under the lamplight so tall ♪ The gate for the garden, it was missin' They must not think must for security But mind you by the size of those brambles Intruders that probably come, probably scramble ♪ But I find a rusty old pair of shears They must have been a bastard in their day So I cut and cut and cut, so it was the door I could see And not these dead flowers now lookin' at me ♪ The telephone box that let out a lonely need cry I picked it up and said hello But at the other end of the line, a voice I had never heard so low Warned me that it was haunted and that I should go ♪ Enter now if you must This house is haunted with the verglas dust The myth of number eight is written here in stone Enter in a group or alone ♪ The night turned black and the air turned cold I could feel it in my breath and down my bones The dust was bitten once again And this is where the story ends