The ropes creak and twist in anguish around the victim's choking throat
scrawled in sacrificial blood, three symbols painted upon the red door
his haunted mind and staring eyes
watches the floorboards bleeding
apparition of a girl walks before the hanged man
tormented by grief in death, and now terror as he awaits the wraith
they climb decaying spiral stairs to the attic room of rotting wood
at night the sound of ropes creaking...
eternally in pain, wandering...

Eyes of jade turn to grey, ghosts hang below the trees that sway
outside the sounds of cicadas - they chant the name of Ada
ada....ada....ada....ada....ada....ada....ada....ada