Hey hey hey The house you see is hunted Unwanted and abandoned High high high Thunder set the moon on fire As we lay in bloody rain So it’s tragic Everything I see is magic Zones of time grow Although they’re flying backwards up there Frozen as ghosts We know that the spirit is near High high high We float through walls and ceilings And through pine trees we are skyclad Hey hey hey The kings of things nocturnal In our circle We are mighty So it’s tragic Everything I see is magic Zones of time grow Although they’re flying backwards up there Tobin has spoke We know that the future is here