Oh where have they gone to?   Our darling loved ones   Their specters may haunt you    Their lives were not done   Terror may take you    May fill you with fright    And at nothing your tossing and turning all night      Swooshing of curtains    And chains down the stairs    Specters are persons   Dissolved into the air   Both ghost glowed purple (maybe?)    Filled with despair   Life was a door prize we lost on a dare      Every road leads underground    Leads underground   Leads undergo      While Armenian sailors (or *while many a sailors?)   Been lost on this reef   Weeping while mothers    Lost to there grief    And Jesus might save you    Or he might play you the chief    You can stay here as long as you make your heart beep      Every road leads underground    Leads underground    Leads underground   Leads underground      repeat 5X