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Wandering the halls of a dark gallery
When you hear a voice say, "Hey, follow me,"
You follow it down the creaky old steps
Into a maze of gloom, darkness, and depths

Some might say if you watch the walls,
The walls will stare back at you
Stare too long and you just might see
A haunted art gallery

All your fears contained inside
The walls of a wicked dream
The pictures talk, the shadows hide
The dead have been... Revived!
All your fears contained inside
The walls of a wicked dream
The statues walk in perfect stride
The paintings are... Alive!