The window frame is frosted shut
With age and time
The edges of the painted pane
Are scorched all well and fine

The mystery welcomes visitors
Trying to buy the house
But their blind eyes watching
Eventually drives them out

The story is told through the creaks
And rythemic bangs
The noose at the gallows
That's where it hangs

The essence of the house
Is fueled by thoughts
The rope of the noose is
Tangled, torn with knots

The walls are painted with dirt
But sounds bring to life
The story of a girl
Fascinated with a knife

The only way to rid it
Is if you put out the fire
It won't go out, never goes out
And the flames are crawling higher.