In this haunted house of gloom and dread
Contains the souls of the sinister dead
Eerie portraits of the vile fiends
In this grotesque night gallery
Painted in their immoral state
Time has sealed their wretched fates
Their faces withered from age past
In their corruptible state of life
The Ripper with his blood stained blade
Stalking his week and feeble prey
The witch of harvest night
Casting spells on those who gaze
The parlors dark and dimly little
Shrouded in mystic... vibrations
Echoes faintly heard throughout the halls
In this grotesque night gallery
The hanging man with his noose too tight
Strangled his enemies all in one night
Vampire goddess with hair of black
Ripped her victims necks in half
The executioner grips the two bladed axe
Beheaded hundreds before him
The grim portrait of the lord of decay
Watching his body wither away
As the paintings come to life
The realization is clear
The apparitions were always waiting
From beyond the cryptic canvas
Within this dark night gallery
The spirits painted will never leave
Within this dark night gallery
Your life will be consumed