You might say that I am crazy
Mental, sick, disturbing maybe
But even as the sun goes down
I always end up with a frown
You see, I have never been happy
For the voices of hell haunt me
And though I might not move about
I know to never ever shout
For you not know what is shame
Until you have felt the pain
The pain the demons of hell brought
They gave to me and watch me rot
You might think that I am crazy
Mental, sick, disturbing maybe
As the night’s plutonian shore
Comes closer each night as a door
Each night that door arrives on time
Exactly, on the dot at nine
Oh the sorrows that the door brings
The memories of my lost things
Especially my dear Nora
Ah the happiness she brought me
But now, miserable, alone
At night the bright light is again shone
