Let's start the song of mighty sword
On the snowy ground
The coming of the Phantom Lord
And darkness all around
He steals your days
And burns your mind
He leads you to the fall
Don't even try to look behind
In this infernal hall
Don't try to wipe your endless tears
This is the only start
Of suffering and phantom fears
Created by The Dark
But those who chose to raise their sword
Will fall by hand of Phantom Lord
Phantom Lord
© Copyright: Перов Владимир, 2016
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