Lyrics:

He lives in a old house on the hill This elderly man of dark secrets Haunted by the memories decades ago Which shaped this man throughout his life The old house on the hill A call from hell Far from people, he lives in the past Alone by himself, always alone to the last A saw, a drill and hammering on nails The curtain covers the dusty windows Scratching sounds and the sound of knives Being sharpened from time to time The old house on the hill The old house on the hill