Hauntings
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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
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