[Narrator]

Gather round, young and old
There's a story begging to be told
A story so wild it'll make you quiver,
lights go dim and bones shiver
So please, stay, but only if you're bold...

And this story here (hear, hear!) ain't merely a tale
Memory serves me right and my senses didn't fail
I was there, swear by my father's grave,
saw it, and only by chance was I saved
(Someone please get me a pint of ale)

It began in the January I turned six, or maybe seven
Ma used to talk 'bout angels and demons and heaven
That winter I could hear Grim Reaper's bells
And thus, the story is called
Winter Hells.