A long and dark forsaken road,
There stands a stark and grim abode,
An old manor house looms black and tall,
To cast a grave and deathly pall,
Beyond the ancient wrought-iron gate,
A thousand nightmares lie in wait,
For dark things dwell in this house of fear,
And none but the dead dare trespass here,
Hear the ghostly bell toll the hour,
And see the evil shapes in the windows of the tower,
Evil sings and laughs in the room,
Over the threshold is your waiting doom,
The full moon lies waiting behind a cloud,
While you skin will crawl from ghastly sound,
Yet through this house is your end,
To the many years of suffering rend,
To tear the curse on your body down,
Before in your sins you will drown,
For this dark omen you must heed,
Or your soul will begin to bleed,
Here in the hidden place of legend and lore,
With hallways clogged by the gore,
The nightmare must end ere the full moon rise,
Or else something much darker tries,
To take what you love from you dying hands,
And leave you to walk the lonely sands,
So enter the place where lies your salvation,
As well as your final resting station,
Your friends cannot help you,
Your enemies will not forgive you,
Here lies your only chance,
Will you partake in the macabre dance?
Welcome to the house of many fears,
With spirits that shed a many forsaken tear,
From the ground it will rise with a vengeance,
And open its doors to unleash its evil essence,
Enter the home of a most ghastly manner,
Enter the horror that is Darklore Manor!