From New York City to Germany, The new sky is dark and stormy
You arrive as someone flees, from the death dance academy
One body hanging from the skylight, One body bleeding on the stained glass floor
Strange ways in this strange place, You pass out when you can’t take no more
Irises painted on the walls
Secret doors to secret halls
No one’s learning’ to dance
This is a school of witchcraft
The doctor gives you special orders, You have to drink a glass of wine each day
But only they bottle that the doctor gives you, You can’t seem to stay awake.
Mag-gots fall from the ceiling, The blind man loses his job
Now no one plays the piano, His throat’s ripped out by his own dog
Irises painted on the walls
Secret doors to secret halls
No one’s learning’ to dance
This is a school of witchcraft
You go to town looking for answers, You don’t think things are as they seem
You find out about the witches and that, A coven cannot survive without their queen
You come back to empty halls, and your dead friend nailed to a coffin lid
You wake up the sleeping mistress, she animates the body of your friend
the undead ordered to take your soul
but you refuse to go-o-o
stab the witch right though her throat
and the whole coven crumbles
the zombie gives up the ghost
the walls begin to shake
you run away, make your escape
as the school goes up in flames
Irises painted on the walls
Secret doors to secret halls
No one’s learning’ to dance
This is a school of witchcraft
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