The Old House On The Hill Lyrics
This elderly man of dark secretsHaunted by the memories decades agoWhich shaped this man throughout his lifeThe old house on the hillA call from hellFar from people, he lives in the pastAlone by himself, always alone to the lastA saw, a drill and hammering on nailsThe curtain covers the dusty windowsScratching sounds and the sound of knivesBeing sharpened from time to timeThe old house on the hillThe old house on the hill
Carpathian Forest The Old House On The Hill
