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DREAMS IN THE WITCH HOUSE

ELWOOD
There’s a haunted town full of whispered tales
About a creaking house of mystery
This brooding, moldy tomb
With a crooked garret room
Hides a devilish history

Behind its slanting walls, a lurking place
Unbounded void transcending time and space
Stay one night and leave no room for doubt
You’ll suffer fevered dreams in the Witch House

GILMAN
Centuries ago in a pious, fearful town
A witch stood trial for being godless
Sentenced to be hung at dawn
On the prison walls she’d drawn
Lines and curves, then she vanished!
Her disappearance never was explained
Be it Satan’s work or sorceries attained
Stay the night and soon you’ll be aroused
Some say she lingers still in the Witch House

MAZUREWICZ
Benedictus dominus
Benedictus dominus

ARKHAM CHOIR
Within these moldy dank walls, a newborn baby cries
A wicked rat roams, it’s the devil in disguise

GILMAN
Behind these slanting walls, a lurking place

ELWOOD
Unbounded void transcending time and space

GILMAN + ELWOOD
Just stay the night, and soon you’ll be aroused
Some say she lingers still in the Witch House

WITCH
Behind these slanting walls, a lurking place
Unbounded void transcending time and space
Stay the night and leave no room for doubt
You’ll suffer fevered dreams in the Witch House

ELWOOD
He was a genius. Truly gifted.

FATHER IWANICKI
Who, my son?

ELWOOD
My friend, Walter Gilman. We were classmates at Miskatonic and rented rooms in the same house. They call it the Witch House.

FATHER IWANICKI
Ah yes. Legend has it the accused witch, Keziah Mason once lived there. Why would you choose such a place? ELWOOD Poor students can’t afford to be picky.

FATHER IWANICKI
True.

ELWOOD
It was cheap, but Walter really wanted to live there because of its history.

FATHER IWANICKI
It’s a dark history, unholy.

ELWOOD
Walter had no fear of that. The story of Keziah fascinated him. Soon after we moved in he began to hear strange noises there. He called it the endless cacophony. All I heard were the constant prayers of our neighbor, Mr. Mazurewicz.


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