The Long Parade | The Haunted Hollow Orchestra | Americana Horror Song

Every road remembers. “The Long Parade” is an original cinematic Americana horror song by The Haunted Hollow Orchestra. Beneath a moonlit sky, the generations rise from the furrows, descend from the hills, and follow the old road home. Soldiers, immigrants, workers, mothers, children, and forgotten souls walk together in one endless procession. Old ghosts. Young ghosts. Every hand. Every color. Every year we knew. Some carried flags. Some carried tools. Some carried wounds no monument could hold. For one night, the porch lights remain burning and the dead are welcomed home. Subscribe to The Haunted Hollow Orchestra for original dark orchestral rock, cinematic horror music, gothic story songs, supernatural suites, and haunted instrumental journeys. Concept, story, and visual presentation by Haunted Hollow Records™ © 2026 Haunted Hollow Records™/ The Haunted Hollow Co.™. All rights reserved #TheLongParade #TheHauntedHollowOrchestra #AmericanaHorror 🎵 THE LONG PARADE Performed by The Haunted Hollow Orchestra Presented by Haunted Hollow Records™ 🛍️ Haunted Hollow Designs & Merch: Step deeper into the darkness... Shop horror mugs, posters, and gothic designs inspired by the Haunted Hollow: 👉 https://thehauntedhollowco.etsy.com LYRICS: Since the first shot echoed and the founders signed the pledge Every ghost that ever marched is waiting at the edge Drums with no drummers, flags with no hands Waiting for the hour when the long parade stands They come up from the furrows, they come down from the hill Every year that's buried here is walking with us still So light the long parade, let the dead file through Old ghosts, young ghosts, every color true However long the years have run, the road remembers all Every name that ever answered freedom's call Oh, the long parade, the long parade Brothers on the same dirt road, marching opposite ways Same mother's hands that stitched them both are folded now for days She lit a candle for the blue, another for the gray And prayed the war would take just one, and let the other stay They come up from the furrows, they come down from the hill Every year that's buried here is walking with us still So light the long parade, let the dead file through Old ghosts, young ghosts, every color true However long the years have run, the road remembers all Every name that ever answered freedom's call Oh, the long parade, the long parade Ellis Island whistle, steel mill's midnight roar Calloused hands that built this house are knocking at the door They didn't ask for statues, only asked to be known So we leave the porch light burning—this house was always their own So light the long parade, let the dead file through Every hand, every color, every year we knew However long the years have run, the road remembers all Every name that ever answered freedom's call Count the candles, count the years Some in silence, some in tears Before the dawn they'll turn and go Back into the earth below HASHTAGS: #TheHauntedHollowOrchestra #HauntedHollowRecords #AmericanaHorror #DarkAmericana #HorrorMusic #GothicAmericana #GhostSong #OrchestralRock #HauntedAmerica #FolkHorror