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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