Welcome to Winterwood

I don't have a coterie, don't even own a Coat. But I've got some petty problems, And I'll shove them down your throat. See, there's a place where villains go, Where racketeers can have their day. Where were travelers inherit the affairs of the Estate. Hiding in the corner in the Back every room. In the behind the portrait no-Curse will soon Consume. Take your carriage past the fork. Down the bend and then north. Idle eyes, the world will fall. Shadows dance across the walls. Trouble travels on the breeze. Secrets tangled in the trees. Stories of the misunderstood. Welcome to Winterwood. There's an orthopedic patron slowly dancing through The hall. There's gossip on the edges of the Whispers in the walls. Every sordid socialite here is both stunning and Alive. They're begging me to go to hell. They're preaching to the choir. Take your carriage past the fork. Down the bend and then head north. Idle eyes, the world will fall. Shadows dance Seven candles cross across the walls. The walls. Trouble Trouble travels travels on on the Breeze. the breeze. Secrets Secrets-tangled in the Trees. A storyteller much misunderstood. Welcome to Winterwood. It Gets 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 hang on. The night will rise, the world will fall. Seven candles cross the walls. Trouble travels on the breeze. Secrets tangled in the trees. A storyteller much misunderstood. Welcome To Winterwood