Designed By The Devil, Powered By The Dead
Mr. Peach
Trapped in this house made of glass
The naked eye can't see
The ghosts of the black zodiac
Are free
Beware the sign of the Jackal
And the angry princess
The Hammer and the Juggernaught
Bring death
This is not a house
It's a machine
The future will
Be seen
This is the Eye Of Hell
Fate is sealed
The future
Revealed
Designed by the Devil
Powered by the dead
Spirits in the cellar
Secrets left unsaid
Only spells on the glass walls stand
between you and them
Imprisoned in this house they want
Revenge
When you have to save your loved ones
There's nothing else you can do
With sacrifice the thirteenth ghost
Is you
Designed by the Devil
Powered by the dead
Spirits in the cellar
Are coming to take your head