I don't have a coterie Don't even own a coat But I've got some petty problems And I'll shove 'em down your throat See, there's a place where villains go Where racketeers can have their day Wayward travelers inherit the affairs of the estate (Hiding in the corner in the back of every room) (Is a patriarchal portrait and a) Curse you'll soon consume Take your carriage past the fork 'Round the bend and then head north The night will rise, the road will fall Shadows danced across the walls Trouble travels on the breeze Secrets tangled in the trees A story seldom understood Welcome to Winterwood ♪ These ill-reputed patrons slowly dancing through the pall There's gossip on the edges of the whispers in the halls Every sordid socialite here is both stunning and a liar They're begging me to go to hell They're preaching to the choir Take your carriage past the fork 'Round the bend and then head north The night will rise, the road will fall Shadows danced across the walls Trouble travels on the breeze Secrets tangled in the trees A story seldom understood Welcome to Winterwood ♪ It's colder every year in here Despite the lack of snow So eat the food and drink the wine (We'll never let you go) Take your carriage past the fork 'Round the bend and then head north The night will rise, the road will fall Shadows danced across the walls Trouble travels on the breeze Secrets tangled in the trees A story seldom understood Welcome to Winterwood