Hauntings, hauntings, hauntings When will we wake From this terrible dream? My ears are weary From the tormented screams They’re always there They’re always near Hauntings, hauntings, hauntings The barricades of blood Are twenty feet high We’re the final victims Of a human genocide They’re always here They’re always near Hauntings, hauntings, hauntings The sun has set and It will never rise again Upon these leaves and Bones and shattered skeltons Farewell, farewell Hauntings, hauntings, hauntings Hauntings