Should one wander in nightly moon
The forest sees phantoms roaming
And fear of death shall take us soon
Fear is our most primal instinct
To run and to cower
When the clock strikes the witching hour
That shadow casts long under Morton Hill
The old bricks do beckon us to secrets so sweet
Of deeds most diabolical and evil
Blood has poured down those steps
And dried crimson on the path
The ghosts of victims past wail a ghastly cry
They cry for help on hellish mound
They ask of you don't let them die
The spirit is restless, but the body lies still
The bodies litter the halls at Morton Hill
Lady grey looks so radiant tonight
Her bridal gown flows like air
An angel glows a brilliamt white
A single daisy sits in her hair
Her heart beats her nervous glee
Her lover and a bride to be
Loved ones soon the rows will fill
For jolly matrimony at Morton Hill
But that night an anguished shout
A man done wrong fills with hatred
Ripped, torn and inside out
Lady Grey lays stained with red
She loved another and paid the price
Paid by fist and paid by knife
Pouring down that rocky hill
Yet Morton has more blood to spill
There is a house on Morton Hill, where many a soul has fallen ill
To evil soaked into the very walls
Dead men these hallowed halls
The waking world they forgo
For memory of pain and woe
Remember this should you decide
To enter a house where devils reside
Down your spine runs an icy chill
For no one ever leaves Morton Hill
