I'm riding through the night
A friend has called me
I see the monless sky, the stars shine bright
The house before me, fog hangs over
I'm standing there alone in the dark
I ring the bell
He opens the door
He looks like death
No shadow on the floor
It seems life's gone
Out of his body
And madness now
Has taken control
Pale and grey
A weird mind
His sister is dead
And i'm so blind
Deep in the house
She's lying there
This bird of happiness
With long black hair
Ch: Silent screams out of the distance
It seems the walls woult talk to me
Whispering voices out of the grave
It seems the house can't set me free
Horror running through my veins
As I see my friend going insane
Pale and grey
He's standing there
Scratching and moaning
Disturbing the air
He knows that he buried
His sister alive
But as he sees her
He knows, that he'll die
Ch: Silent screams out of the distance
It seems the walls woult talk to me
Whispering voices out of the grave
It seems the house can't set me free
And it's burning...
Writer(s): Chris Boltendahl, Manfred Schmidt, Jens Becker
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