Through the summer rain of 1845 The coach had finally arrived To the valley where the crossroads meet below And where all darkness seems to grow
People blame it on the hill The hill where no one dares to go The mansion where no one dares to go
The coach had stopped and from the window you could see Seven horsemen in the night Miriam Natias and Jonathan La Fey Saw the magic in their eyes
They were in for a surprise The darkness would soon be complete A horseman came forth from the dark
"We know you've come to inherit what's yours The mansion Take our advise and go back on this night If you refuse eighteen will become nine"
Eighteen is nine! Eighteen is nine!
Jonathan laughed and said: "Get out of my way! I don't believe a word you say" The seven horsemen disappeared into the night "Someday you'll need our help, my friend..."
I think poor Jonathan was scared Eighteen is actually nine It stuck in his mind