Refuge in the Manor

Around the bend, the final and last full leg, arriving before the dawn
Down the side, a path to the back, just stay low, keep out of sight
Look alive, fulfill your own fate, we're here in the Promised Land
Quiet night contained in the deepest and in the darkest den

He is here, something's wrong
Trailing fear, He's not alone

By the stairs, open the door, smelling the burning sage
Opened eyes, seeing a form approaching into the light
Stepping in, feeling the cold, the cold and blackened cellar

A gentle touch from a small hand
A gentle glance from 2 small eyes
A gentle gasp from a small mouth
A gentle pull, who's saving our lives
A gentle touch from a small hand
A gentle glance from 2 small eyes
A gentle gasp from a small mouth
A gentle pull, she's saving our lives
Taking refuge from hollow, nothing done out of line
Taking refuge in sorrow, can't get them out of mind
Taking refuge, they'll follow, searching until they find us

Come! Come!
Follow Me!
Come! Come!
Don't look back!
Come! Come!
Give me your hand!

Close the door, close it
Close the door, close the door
Close the door now