Hector was 9 years old, old for his time.
One day he made this horrible portrait of a dead man and his child.
The teacher was shocked, how could such a young lad draw a picture so sad?
Hector was asked to explain.
He replied; it is me and daddy in the attic;
Hanging.

When we are dead, cold and dead.
Cold and dead.
Cold and dead.

Later that day, the boy left school early, had to run away.
When he came home, he found his daddy's revolver.
Now it's time to play!
When his father slept, his son blew his brain all over the bed.
Then he went upstairs to the attic there he capped
himself through the head.

Cold and dead.

Mother, a moment's song.
Lost her husband, mother came home and saw her son,
her soul collapsed and her heart froze.
After the funerals, she took an overdose.
It is the house.
It is the house, Haunted!
The house is cursed, the house is damned, bewitched!
Touched, by the devil's hand.
The house is bitter and sad;
Bewitched.
It's somehow proof in real torment?

Once upon a time during the war;
the Nazi's came and breached down this door;
AUFSTEHEN! The men had to stand and see;
All their women get raped, so brutally,
so hard maniacal laughter

Cold and dead

Father resisted and for that he was taken upstairs,
after his boy with his hands tied to his back and another
rope around his neck.
They made him stand upon the shoulders of his own dear son.
Unfortunately the child could not hold his dad back up.
For several days he stood among his ravished and executed family.
Eventually he flingered?
a rope out of his bedsheets and hung himself next to daddy.