Beware the house of doom! It stands above the town of gloom. It's rooms are dark and rusty. It's trinkets are gettin' rusty. Evil things lurk in every corner. They'll get you even if you wear the strongest armor.
Beware the house of misery! It stands beside the river of mystery. Can you hear the agonized cries, Of the young and unwise?
Beware, the house of sadness, It stands before the forest of madness. The spirit-world around this wold of sense and rationality, Floats like an atmosphere and accepts abnormality.