Through the misty walkway on through it's wrought iron fence
Where moonlight reflects in a black cat's eyes and its' outreaching darkness descends
Is it on a whim or a dare that you chose to enter these confines?
Poe himself thought you mad to spend the night in the castle where terror resides
Ooh-Ooh-Castle Of Terror (repeat)
She's coming - to take your soul
She's coming - at the witching hour
She's coming - to drink your blood
She's coming - at the witching hour...
Candelabra in your hand
The clock tower never ceases its' chime
Dust covered shelves and a chandelier
Swinging in the dead of night
Perdition doth awaits you in the castle where Count Blackwood died
And now his daughter's soul cries out for your love
But you it's your blood she wants to keep her alive
