Screams
of
Terror
In the House of Horror II
By: Barry McDonald
The cause still exists,
Screams of terror,
Screams of terror,
Screams of terror,
There are others here too, Screams of terror,
Screams of terror,
Screams of terror,
Lightning is flashing,
Screams of terror,
The crypt cold and dreary,
Screams of terror,
The screams of terror,
Here ends the second part of,
Screams of Terror,
In the House of Horror.
Its fear still persists.
The bats are still there,
And the demons still scare.
The night still has its sounds,
Weather or not anyone's around.
In the house of horror.
Many have gone to their deaths,
And no one has left.
That's right, no one's survived,
Not one man alive.
The floors are all stained,
With blood, guts, and brains.
The dead roam the halls,
Spiders climb the walls.
Bones litter the rooms,
Putrid stench in the tombs.
Rotting gore here and there,
Death everywhere.
Something new has moved in,
At this mansion of sin.
Vampires are now nigh,
As bats they do fly.
Your blood they will drink,
If you come here, I think.
In the house of horror.
The Rats are quite hungry,
If you fall you will see.
They'll tear you to shreds,
Eat you before you are dead.
Your bones gnawed clean,
Nothing left not a thing.
And goblins are here,
To add to your fear.
They have so much fun,
Watching you run.
Evil are their deeds,
For mercy you'll plead.
In the house of horror.
Looking for you.
They never will sleep,
Nor do they eat.
Zombies they are,
Hehe, you won't get very far.
Oh it's much scarier than before,
Don't leave, there's much more!
Ghosts and skeletons there are,
And many others by far.
In eternal night they stay,
Never seeing the day.
In the house of horror.
How much fun they will have,
With glee they will laugh.
Watching you bleed,
Your death they do need.
They'll tear off your head,
You'll join the legions of the dead.
The cellars filled with treasure,
That brings nobody pleasure.
Because you can't get it out,
The house won't allow it.
No matter how hard you try,
You cant 'cause you will die.
In the house of horror.
Over here, over there,
Demons and monsters everywhere.
These terrors of old,
Make your blood run cold.
The Banshees shrieks are shrill,
The catacombs chill.
The smell here is putrid,
With the flesh of the dead.
The maggot filled mouths,
Of the corpses in this house.
Flies buzzing around,
The gore on the ground.
In the house of horror.
Thunder is crashing.
Rain pouring down,
Gloom all around.
There's no place to hide,
Once you're inside.
Death stalks the halls,
A hoot owls harsh call.
The bright full moon,
Lighting a room.
The furniture moves,
Your life you will lose.
In the house of horror.
Your eyelids grow weary.
As you crawl through the tombs,
Running from doom.
You can't get away,
You'll be dead before day.
Tripping on bones,
Hear moans and groans.
Your fear is intense,
This house doesn't make sense.
You'll never get out,
The walls are too stout.
In the house of horror.
Too bad your life's over,
And it can't be called murder.
Because it has to be said,
You were killed by the dead!
My tale is now done,
But the worst hasn't begun.
If ever you hear,
Someone screaming in fear.
Remember my mansion,
And all of it's dead ones.
It's not over yet,
So never forget.
From the house of horror…
