When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake Spooks come out for a screaming wake Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize Grim grinning
翻訳: ベアネイキッドレディース. グリムにやにや笑いのゴースト(ホーンテッドマンションのテーマ).
翻訳: ホーンテッドマンションサウンドトラック. グリムにやにや笑いの幽霊.
翻訳: ホーンテッドマンションサウンドトラック. 迷信.
I'll haunt you Haunt your bed Tap the windows, wake in dread I pray that you'll love me instead I'll haunt you, I'll haunt your bed I'll haunt you Sleep
apos;Cause I'm haunted I wanted to get you back Despite the way I try to forget it's still the same And I'm haunted My call is without
safest place to be But sanctuary never comes Without some kind of risk Illusions without freedom Never quite add up to bliss The haunting and the haunted
and family, And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They
An image to remember from a forgotten past I turn the pages, the horror grasps my attention Shocking plots, and detailed footnotes Confession begins: "My actions are haunting
and kill The night of the deceased - cemetery's no longer full The night of the deceased - cadavers marching side by side The night of the deceased - by mans
own man You got to make the rules Midnight, standing in the shadows This haunting is a reckless escape Bad days of crawling on the sidewalk They stay on in a mansion
your last breath I'm pre-meditated murder homicide by six times I am home, I am Hell I am death I'm alive Cold blood bleeds through possessed haunted
Where have you been that made you weep And left these stains upon your cheek What did you see while you were gone That haunts your eyes this sunny dawn
This nightmare haunts the inside of your eyes, Whether in sleep, or wide awake, or somewhere that lies between. A woman's silhouette, perfect in every
the black storm Alone in a haunted Abandonned and possessed concrete fondation Desert, ghost town, bare land Closed lamps, curfews In a ghostly mansion
hardcore rappers, paraders and wannabes i say probably highway robbery aint worse than being pestered by this type of person tryhard children still throw tantrums on their mattresses in their mansions
haunted mansion. She said I looked like Charles Manson, yeah. But I persisted, though. And won her love, you know. Black clouds floating up above. That haunted
a thinker Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the