Nox Arcana
Nox Arcana
Nox Arcana
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Along a dark, forsaken road
There stands a stark and grim abode -
An old Manor House looks black and tall
To cast a gray 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....