The Phantom Returns to Rest
The Phantom returns to rest
Unable to confess
The sins it has caused
Oh, the havoc it has wrung
Unable to confess
The murders of death its blade has sung
Oh, the havoc it has wrung
Leaving leaf-lings lifeless
The murders of death its blade has sung
The hum of homicide
Leaving leaf-lings lifeless
And nurturing trees hollow.
Ah, poor Phantom
The sins it has caused
Does haunt it indeed but still
The Phantom returns to rest.
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