The Ghost of Red Manor (Remastered)

There's an old mansion, high up on the hill Where a young bride and her mistress were killed She haunts that old house unto this day And leads young handsome men to their graves I've seen her often, upon the parapet high We wave to one another as I fly by To no woman will she direct her rage But for men there's no turning the page They took from her the light of life And killed her love, whom she called wife So now whenever men come calling It's often into Hell that they're falling The Ghost! The Ghost of Red Manor! The Ghost! The Ghost of Red Manor! On their wedding night, when they were alone Men broke in and killed them both, blood upon the stones The bride rose up, and since that night She seeks vengeance, and has the right Never enter her manor, if man you be Or Hell's gates opening is the last you will see The Ghost! The Ghost of Red Manor! The Ghost! The Ghost of Red Manor!