't see Our hearts beat we won't hurt a thing We just want to haunt this house at least for now Watch us change, kill the light Phantoms now dead tonight
Those who were my sight Beware the hate of those Who rivals as the storms Who storms as rivals At the plains, in the havoc The rivalry of phantoms
hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out We are all parasites Of this world we shall die Phantoms of death Phantoms of death Phantoms of death Phantoms
, that wonder why your heart belongs to phantoms in the sky. instead of your fellow man, who you sentence to die, they wonder why your heart belongs to phantoms
am the mirror, the plaything of men The true alter ego, the phantom within Come to the mirror my boy I'm the face that you see when the face isn't yours A phantom
A true alter ego The phantom within Come to the mirror my boy I'm the face that you see When the face isn't yours The Phantom, I'm hiding inside Yes I
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't see our hearts beat we won't hurt a thing we just want to haunt this house at least for now Watch us change kill the light Phantoms now dead tonight
so harmless but deep in their hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out Always someone at your back only waiting to attack [Chorus] Phantoms of death, Phantoms
the Phantoms Deal out the blows like a Supermonstar We are humble to none [Solo] Kick up a row We're the Supermonstars We chant the anthem of the Phantoms
[Lyrics by Galder] A burning lust for pleasure less desire A needless urge to kill Fearful thoughts, a strength we admire With hate that their minds
the future Listen to the voices in the night They speak of times vicious & cold Of death's & tales untold Of moonlight embracing the bold Phantoms,
sweat black pollen Perfume for phantoms Perfume for phantoms Simsalabimboom bastaladultaladey Crawl into the secrets In this gas of daydreems Perfume for phantomes
these phantoms of the mind lurking subconsciously the ancient demons inside are still haunting me this twisted way of life, so decadent - so depriving
Of a voracious kind Lasvicious gods laughter Resounds in the halls like thunder Draw the sabre offered to you from The scabbard in the phantoms globed
like to explain It's just the way it has come to be What are we now? hands in the air like a sinking ship What are we now? Phantoms of progress of time
're hollow The truth that you can't find - is hard to swallow This power rules the world - below the surface You can't see their eyes - they are faceless Phantoms