Don’t step in the mansion unless you want death.
Living in a rundown mansion
Taking the lives of those that trespass
This is hell like you’ve never been in
Heads used as ornaments, they didn’t peacefully pass
Walls covered in all victims blood
Mansion plagued by stacks of rotten bodies
Still alive victims better shut up
Sparing some is rare, but I am dominating
You walk in with your legs
Later you die by my huge knife
Never a 2nd chance given, even if you beg
This is only place where I’m the only one with life
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