There's a fire burning,
In the wing and swing of the old grand nursery.
The children have gone mad,
No, the nanny had.
She's passed,
Long gone from this world.
She wants the children,
But they are gone.
Died in the fire,
The fire she lit with her ghost-like hands.
Hell gave her fire,
her fiery anger turns into actual embers.
She thought burning the nursery would release the children t...
