As the night gets dark
My mind continues to go back
Recalling memories of terror
About an island far away
Memories so frightening and cold
As the white snow of winter
Inspired by stories that i heared
about blood and murder
In a small town
In a silent house
Hidden from the eyes of men
An unholy slaughter takes place
In the town of Amityville
Inside the house of hell
There are always dreadful voices
The voices of the dead
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