作词 : King Diamond, LaRocque Mansion in Sorrow, mansion in the dark Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark The gates were locked from the inside And Abigail was sure to die Then Little One went straight through her body And the gates, they opened wide And Little One went up the stairs to the old oak door Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark[Solo: Mike] Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark Lightning was striking the trees all around Abigail still in shock, awoken by the sound Run better run, run better run after Little One Run better run, run after Little One But Little One had gone, gone to the beyond Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark[Solo: Andy] Suddenly the door was open, "Where have you been my dear?I'm Brandon Henry and I serve the master here" Through a maze of gloomy hallways and candles black Safe from the storm she followed the man with the shaved head They went in... in to a room... that was like a shrine Jewelry and dresses too... in cabinets made of glass Portraits on the walls, 18 in all A strong scent of old perfume, and then there was THE HAIRLong... black... lifeless hair
作词 : King Diamond, LaRocque Mansion in Sorrow, mansion in the dark Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark The gates were locked from the inside And Abigail was sure to die Then Little One went straight through her body And the gates, they opened wide And Little One went up the stairs to the old oak door Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark[Solo: Mike] Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark Lightning was striking the trees all around Abigail still in shock, awoken by the sound Run better run, run better run after Little One Run better run, run after Little One But Little One had gone, gone to the beyond Mansion in sorrow, mansion in the dark[Solo: Andy] Suddenly the door was open, "Where have you been my dear?I'm Brandon Henry and I serve the master here" Through a maze of gloomy hallways and candles black Safe from the storm she followed the man with the shaved head They went in... in to a room... that was like a shrine Jewelry and dresses too... in cabinets made of glass Portraits on the walls, 18 in all A strong scent of old perfume, and then there was THE HAIRLong... black... lifeless hair
