Woorden: Grave Digger. The House.

I'm riding through the night, a friend has called me
I see the moonless 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 gray, 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

Silent screams out of the distance
It seems the walls would 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 gray, 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

Silent screams out of the distance
It seems the walls would talk to me
Whispering voices out of the grave
It seems the house can't set me free

Silent screams
Whispering voices
Silent screams
Whispering voices

And it's burning, burning, burning
Burning, burning, burning, burning
Burning, burning, burning, burning
Burning, burning, burning, burning