[00:00.00] 作曲 : Tobias Schönemann/Markus Stock
[00:51.21]Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand.
[00:53.91]So, these are the walls
[00:55.11]Wherein hides my doom
[00:59.46]And night, when it falls
[01:03.42]Brings ghoul-ridden gloom
[01:24.54]Rest shall
[01:25.38]I find in here 'till death doth his deed
[01:33.00]Away with these tales of aghast!
[01:37.47]That bereaveth my sleep.
[01:41.04]Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me!
[01:46.47]A new morning shall prove them all wrong,
[01:51.06]Them olde creeps and their
[01:52.74]Dull fairytale fantasy.
[01:55.68]The haunt is on... "And to thee night appears Sans the quiet of her spheres.."
[02:33.27]No longer can
[02:33.60]I bare The pesterings of light
[02:34.44]Safe the sacred fires
[02:35.91]That moon and stars ignite.
[02:40.68]Good is evil, wrong is right
[02:41.40]And thy horrors my delight!
[03:54.42]The haunt is on...
[03:54.72]No rest will
[03:58.74]I find As long as a dream
[04:02.94]Within my wretched mind
[04:07.02]Brings darkness to sheen.
[04:08.91]For sorrow and woe
[04:15.51]Seem my destiny
[04:21.36]No thought of dispersion,
[04:22.44]Nor gleams of the hope
[04:22.89]Of the hopeless
[04:23.73]Have found into me!

作曲 : Tobias Schönemann/Markus Stock
Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand.
So, these are the walls
Wherein hides my doom
And night, when it falls
Brings ghoul-ridden gloom
Rest shall
I find in here 'till death doth his deed
Away with these tales of aghast!
That bereaveth my sleep.
Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me!
A new morning shall prove them all wrong,
Them olde creeps and their
Dull fairytale fantasy.
The haunt is on... "And to thee night appears Sans the quiet of her spheres.."
No longer can
I bare The pesterings of light
Safe the sacred fires
That moon and stars ignite.
Good is evil, wrong is right
And thy horrors my delight!
The haunt is on...
No rest will
I find As long as a dream
Within my wretched mind
Brings darkness to sheen.
For sorrow and woe
Seem my destiny
No thought of dispersion,
Nor gleams of the hope
Of the hopeless
Have found into me!