Текст песни
The house on the hill is dark and tall,
The windows watch, the shadows crawl.
No one's lived there since the fire,
Just the wind, that sounds like a choir.
(Refrain): A voice whispers... "Happy Halloween."
You step inside, the door slams shut,
You feel a cold deep in your gut.
The portraits watch you from the wall,
You're trapped forever in the hall.
(Refrain): A voice whispers... "Happy Halloween."
