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There's a place I've known

That's come into it's own

Raven Mansion on a gloomy hill

Throughout these halls, I roam at will

From long ago until life to arrive

A place where souls rest after they die

Their lives are over as they reside in their graves

As they enter the mansion, they have nothing to save

Just once more do they kiss their lives goodbye

As they all repeat in asking why

I open the door and move through the room

And gently whisper, as I await my doom

"Here on this bed is where I lie

My eyes are now frozen, I will not cry

Wake me when my song is sang

When all my bells will have rang

With these last words, I will softly collapse

For in my hand, my fate I grasp

Raven Mansion on a hill

No longer roam these halls I will..."