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