A party going on with dead souls
The owner of the Manor who died long ago
You are invited to the party so let’s follow the flow
Now remember we are all alive
Just try taking this in your strive
Back in 1896 Christopher Honey was a very wealthy man, and he is the same owner of Hushtone Manor
But there was a creed in Hushtone, “Silent being the lips and harmony being the tone”
But there’s more
The living will be cursed if the creed wasn’t followed
The citizens be came outspoken and hollow
They became a shadow among themselves
So eternity becoming death among anyone’s breath
There souls were all they had left
So Christopher Honey and the undeserving celebrated in walking anguish among the living flesh
This was the colonial way in their confess
But was it more like a contest
The name Hushtone Manor, the place of dead flesh and living souls with plenty of beholds
The gates of Hushtone Manor
A welcome if you come in
Perhaps a different life that positively could begin
The moon has turned black and the lightening has flashed
No time to run or swiftly dash
The moment has arrived and all you have is understanding in an uncertain strive.