The Dreams in the Witch House

(Verse 1) Beneath the wan moon's pallid sheen, young Gilman roams, Through corridors of dread where the darkness looms. Brown Jenkin, the rat, with eyes of gleaming coal, Whispers secrets foul, from a shadowy knoll. (Verse 2) In dreams, he traverses the ancient Witch House's hall, Where sorcery holds sway, and nightmares enthrall. The sorceress, with eyes like icy shards, Weaves her spells with twisted, eldritch cards. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 3) Through realms of madness, where horrors take flight, He wanders aimlessly, in the dead of night. The Necronomicon's forbidden tome, Unleashes terrors from the abyssal gloam. (Verse 4) Chants of the Sabbat echo in the haunted air, Guiding him to depths where all reason is laid bare. With each step, the darkness grows, As he descends into the abyss below. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 5) In the grip of nightmares, he struggles to flee, But the Witch House's hold won't set him free. As sanity slips like sand through his grasp, He's ensnared by the sorceress' sinister clasp. (Verse 7) Amidst the shadows, the Black Man looms, A figure of dread in the darkened rooms. With eyes ablaze, like coals of fire, He stokes the flames of Gilman's dire desire. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 8) Through the void, where reality wanes, Gilman's soul is shackled by unseen chains. The Black Man's whispers, like a siren's call, Beckon him deeper into oblivion's thrall. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. In the Black Man's grasp, Gilman's fate is sealed, In the depths of madness, his doom revealed. (Verse 2) In dreams, he traverses the ancient Witch House's hall, Where sorcery holds sway, and nightmares enthrall. The sorceress, with eyes like icy shards, Weaves her spells with twisted, eldritch cards. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 3) Through realms of madness, where horrors take flight, He wanders aimlessly, in the dead of night. The Necronomicon's forbidden tome, Unleashes terrors from the abyssal gloam. (Verse 4) Chants of the Sabbat echo in the haunted air, Guiding him to depths where all reason is laid bare. With each step, the darkness grows, As he descends into the abyss below. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 5) In the grip of nightmares, he struggles to flee, But the Witch House's hold won't set him free. As sanity slips like sand through his grasp, He's ensnared by the sorceress' sinister clasp. (Verse 7) Amidst the shadows, the Black Man looms, A figure of dread in the darkened rooms. With eyes ablaze, like coals of fire, He stokes the flames of Gilman's dire desire. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 8) Through the void, where reality wanes, Gilman's soul is shackled by unseen chains. The Black Man's whispers, like a siren's call, Beckon him deeper into oblivion's thrall. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. In the Black Man's grasp, Gilman's fate is sealed, In the depths of madness, his doom revealed. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 3) Through realms of madness, where horrors take flight, He wanders aimlessly, in the dead of night. The Necronomicon's forbidden tome, Unleashes terrors from the abyssal gloam. (Verse 4) Chants of the Sabbat echo in the haunted air, Guiding him to depths where all reason is laid bare. With each step, the darkness grows, As he descends into the abyss below. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 5) In the grip of nightmares, he struggles to flee, But the Witch House's hold won't set him free. As sanity slips like sand through his grasp, He's ensnared by the sorceress' sinister clasp. (Verse 7) Amidst the shadows, the Black Man looms, A figure of dread in the darkened rooms. With eyes ablaze, like coals of fire, He stokes the flames of Gilman's dire desire. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 8) Through the void, where reality wanes, Gilman's soul is shackled by unseen chains. The Black Man's whispers, like a siren's call, Beckon him deeper into oblivion's thrall. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. In the Black Man's grasp, Gilman's fate is sealed, In the depths of madness, his doom revealed. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 3) Through realms of madness, where horrors take flight, He wanders aimlessly, in the dead of night. The Necronomicon's forbidden tome, Unleashes terrors from the abyssal gloam. (Verse 4) Chants of the Sabbat echo in the haunted air, Guiding him to depths where all reason is laid bare. With each step, the darkness grows, As he descends into the abyss below. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 5) In the grip of nightmares, he struggles to flee, But the Witch House's hold won't set him free. As sanity slips like sand through his grasp, He's ensnared by the sorceress' sinister clasp. (Verse 7) Amidst the shadows, the Black Man looms, A figure of dread in the darkened rooms. With eyes ablaze, like coals of fire, He stokes the flames of Gilman's dire desire. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. (Verse 8) Through the void, where reality wanes, Gilman's soul is shackled by unseen chains. The Black Man's whispers, like a siren's call, Beckon him deeper into oblivion's thrall. (Chorus) Brown Jenkin whispers in the hushed twilight, Guiding souls toward eternal night. The sorceress weaves her spells of woe, In the Witch House where nightmares grow. In the Black Man's grasp, Gilman's fate is sealed, In the depths of madness, his doom revealed.