Mansion in Sorrow, mansion in the dark
  Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark
  
  The gates were locked from the inside
  And Abigail was sure to die
  Then Little One went straight through her body
  And the gates, they opened wide
  And Little One went up the stairs to the old oak door
  
  Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
  Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark
  
  Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
  Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark
  
  Lightning was striking the trees all around
  Abigail still in shock, awoken by the sound
  
  Run better run, run better run after Little One
  Run better run, run after Little One
  But Little One had gone, gone to the beyond
  Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark
  
  Suddenly the door was open, "Where have you been my dear?
  I'm Brandon Henry and I serve the master here"
  
  Through a maze of gloomy hallways and candles black
  Safe from the storm she followed the man with the shaved head
  They went in... in to a room... that was like a shrine
  Jewelry and dresses too... in cabinets made of glass
  Portraits on the walls, 18 in all
  A strong scent of old perfume, and then there was THE HAIR
  
  Long... black... lifeless hair