House of Corpses

The door will creak slowly open,

First thing you know is the abhorrent smell,

You'll walk slowly down the hall,

You'll probably think you are found in hell.

Welcome to my house,

Welcome to our house,

Welcome to the House of Corpses.

Dead and rotten bodies line the corridors,

Blood and bile is covering the floors.

In the room at the end of the hall is the body of a bride,

In the room on the left is the groom's mistress in who he did confide.

Welcome to my house,

Welcome to our house,

Welcome to the House of Corpses.

In the room at the top of the stairs are the bodies of children,

In the room at the bottom of the stairs are bodies of old men.

The smell coming from the rooms is quite strong,

But don't worry the sense of smell won't be with you long.

Welcome to my house,

Welcome to our house,

Welcome to the House of Corpses.

Mine is the house where one does not leave,

Mine is the house in which no one can breath.

My name is older than the dirt from whence came man,

My name is so old I remember it not, God speak it if you can.

Welcome to my house,

Welcome to our house,

Welcome to the House of Corpses.