Hauntings Songtext
von Those Poor Bastards

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