All over the haunted island
The wan goblins will make their run,
Up into the clouds, a sky land,
Until there are none.
Now over this stone strewn island
Wherever pale ghosts come and go,
In tombs on this bone strewn island,
Stay covered in snow.
Now the reefs run round this island
As they foam like pale ivory,
Dark dreams have long crowned this island
Over the sea.
From shore side up to the highland,
Loom only the ghosts of dead trees,
From wetland on through the dry land,
Whispers the breeze.