Blood Mansion.

A house stands upon a shady hill,

the drive is lined with elms.

This sleepy town driven by the mill,

feels like another realm.

Screams ring out until they fill

the seaside village with fear.

Slaughter after slaughter kill

everyone they hold dear.

Knives and fires, screams most shrill

reverberate in mothers' ears.

In this old house lives Merchant Bill,

who lost his humanity in the war.

He gulps with wine a fistful of pills,

when he cannot kill any more.