That must be it! Through the summer rain of 1845 The coach had finally arrived To the valley where the crossroads meet below And where all darkness seems to grow People blame it on the Hill The hill where no one dares to go The Mansion...where no one dares to go The coach had stopped, and from the window you could see Seven horsemen in the night Miriam Natias and Jonathan la Fey Saw the magic in their eyes They were in for a surprise The darkness would soon be complete A horseman came forth from the dark We know you've come to inherit what's yours...The Mansion Take our advise and go back on this night If you refuse 18 will become 9...Oh No! Oh 18 is 9! Jonathan laughed and said: Get out of my way I don't believe a word you say The seven horsemen disappeared into the night Someday you'll need our help, my friend I think poor Jonathan was scared 18 is actually 9...It stuck in his mind
