Haunted
Priscilla Hernandez Lyrics

My crumbling walls groan and complain
The deteriorating walls of my once-beautiful home now cry out in agony.

the ivory gleam is now turned to grey
Once regal white walls are now covered in dust and dirt, turning to a sickly grey color.

no steps on my dusty floors
The home is empty, with no one walking the halls or cleaning the dust-covered floors.

No one sleeps in the musty bed
The bed is left unoccupied, collecting dust and cobwebs in the empty home.

I feel alone and desolate
The emptiness of the home creates a feeling of loneliness and despair in the singer.

Deprived of the splendour of the elder days
Without the beauty and grandeur of its past, the home is left dull and depressing.

my baleful halls... an ode to decay
The halls of the home are now a tribute to their own ruin and decay, serving as a reminder of what once was.

the piano still plays itself
Despite the emptiness of the home, the piano continues to play on its own, creating a ghostly atmosphere.

that off-key melody
The melody played by the piano is not in tune and adds to the eerie ambiance of the home.

that makes the shadows dance and boil
The discordant melody causes the shadows of the empty home to move and dance wildly and eerily.

in that frantic ball
The shadows' movements are so wild and erratic they create the image of a frenzied dance party.

Shelter of the nameless gods and ghostly shades
The home's emptiness is now filled with supernatural entities who have taken up residence with the singer.

the wild moan of wind warns I shall not be dwelt in…
The howling wind outside suggests that life cannot thrive within this empty, decaying home.

...in the starless... dismal nights...
The home's haunted ambiance is strongest in the darkest, coldest nights devoid of any light.

... I am... haunted
The singer is haunted by her empty, decaying home and its supernatural inhabitants.

The garden grows wild
The garden has been left to its own devices and no longer resembles its once-managed beauty.

the ivy crawled and hid all the gates
The ivy has grown so profusely that it is now hiding the gates to the home's gardens, creating an abandoned and overgrown look.

and pallid blooms of rancid scent
The flowers of the garden have lost their vibrant colors and replaced them with a rotten, unpleasant smell.

took place when roses withered away
The roses that once held a place of beauty and pride have all but died, leaving only the unpleasant scents of the garden's remaining flowers.

The abyss of nightmare lurks in each hole
The dark nightmares of the singer are present throughout the home, infecting each crevice and corner with its terror.

and things unseen behind every door
There are things behind each door that the singer is afraid to face, whether they be physical or supernatural in nature.

but I cannot help but miss
Despite the horrors the home provokes in the singer, she still craves the happy memories of children living and playing in the home.

the laughter of children
The happy memories of children's laughter fill the singer with nostalgia and sorrow, making it even harder to bear the haunting atmosphere of the empty home.

oh come again... cross the fence... to play with me
The singer longs for children to fill the emptiness of the home once again and requests that they come back to play with her.

(Hide and seek)
The game of hide and seek serves as a symbol for the happy memories of children living in the home.

All the yearning sins and secrets I may keep
The singer harbors emotions and secrets related to the home that she has trouble letting go of.

still invoke and build that hideous fantasy
The singer's emotions and memories continue to perpetuate the horror and terror of her experiences within the home.

ah everyone knows... I am... haunted
The haunted state of the home and the singer are blatantly obvious and known by all who witness it, adding to the terror of the home's past and present states.

And centuries run...
The home has been standing for centuries, experiencing various stages of grandeur, life, and ruin.

this rotten core will never fall down
Despite its decrepit state, the home remains standing as a testament to the various memories, emotions, and experiences that occurred within its walls.

laid my foundations deep in the ground
The home was built with the intent to remain, with deep foundations to prevent it from collapsing under harsh weather conditions.

Defiant and silent I shall await...
The home stands tall and silent, waiting to be occupied once again.

while everyone says...
Despite the life and vibrancy that the home once held, most people now equate it with its haunted and ruined past.

I am... haunted
The haunting nature of the home and the weight of the singer's memories cling to her, making it impossible to move away entirely from the home and the past it holds.