These are the haunted places and rife with galloping ghosts
There are my last two friends
They washed up on the coast
Arise from the grave
Look out across a silver landscape of galloping ghosts on our heels
Racing and chasing the nightmare's almost over now
Dusky day, there's a fog on the high points
Arise from the grave
Pull your chains into the sun
A fair and dusky day, well
These are the haunted places and rife with galloping ghosts
There are my last two friends
They washed up on the coast
A fair, dusky day
There's a fog on the high points