Dead=1 - Haunting Homestead Lyrics

Upon the crooked hill where windswept timbers moan
Lies the homestead desolate a place few have known
A keeper's greying eyes like fog above a crypt
Guard the threshold of the damned where spirits have slipped

His grin a twisted chasm swallowing the light
Welcomes me inside to the chorus of the blight
The door's creak a prelude to the haunting symphony
A house alive with echoes of its twisted history

As dusk devours the landscape and shadows claim their due
The structure breathes with malice painting fear anew
Whispers in the piping a cacophony unheard
Messages from lips unseen in the walls interred

A sense of being watched from the corners dim and stark
A silhouette an almost form residing in the dark
Its gaze palpable as the heartbeat in my chest
A cold surveillance that offers me no rest

Laughter of a child sprites dancing through the gloom
A fleeting wraith of joy preceding impending doom
Tiny footsteps echo a pitter-patter tease
Ephemeral are the giggles that the night's breath will seize

Outside my pane the crows convene with coal black eyes
Sentinels or omens under the haunted skies
They caw to the moon an ancient cryptic ode
A foretelling of horrors in this spectral abode

In the clutches of the night my dreams an open grave
Her life a dying ember beneath the water's wave
The killer's face emerges a portrait etched in sin
Eyes that match the keeper's where do I begin?

Now he's watching behind each creaking door
A silent predator craving more and more
I feel the cold embrace a touch that whispers "stay"
In the haunting homestead where souls forever lay

Now he's watching and I cannot scream
His face my terror in this waking dream
Now he's watching I'm the next display
In the gallery of the ghostly fray

Now he's watching and I cannot scream
His face my terror in this waking dream
Now he's watching I'm the next display
In the gallery of the ghostly fray

With dawn's reluctant rise I'm one with the decay
My flesh and bone dissolved my essence led astray
Through time-worn glass I glance my vigil ever stern
Waiting for the living as the seasons turn

As new souls wander in through the keeper's gate
They find my company within these walls of fate
Another shadow in the corner another whisper in the gloom
Another victim of the homestead's timeless spectral womb