[Verse 1]Lords, can it be mistakesThroughout the constant vowsOf the lost and gone, blind and wrong[Verse 2]Inside a faith without a homeA fire that is cold but grows so wellWho's to tell about it all?A nation cannot seeThe hardest part to takeIs not for me, the dying trees[Chorus]This is what wars are made of(This is what wars are made of)[Refrain]HauntedHaunted[Verse 3]The readings cracked and greyAnd plagiarized to dateAltered by the bastardsOf pure disguise of seas and skies[Verse 4]The pagan drums should wakeThe sleeping of the foolsTo forget the church's languageWho's the fool, me or you?The greatest mask of fateThe longest battle throughThe text of great predictorsFor me and you, the old and new[Chorus]This is what wars are made of(This is what wars are made of)[Refrain]HauntedHauntedHauntedHaunted