| Moonbeams touch the soil
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| Streak of fog surrounds the scene
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| The eerie wind is howling
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| A lantern light’s the only gleam
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| The one-eyed owl is calling
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| Hands hold tight the iron-lamp
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| The cold is paralyzing
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| Ponderous steps trough misty damp
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| The atmosphere’s tremendous
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| Seasoned men are choked with fear
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| The presence of the phantom
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| A strange and sublime power’s near
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| The figures bathed in moonlight
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| A black dressed shape without a face
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| Celestial phenomenon
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| And he disappeared without a trace
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| The phantom of Black Hand Hill
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| Moonlight ride, frightening thrill
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| The phantom of Black Hand Hill
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| Honored ghost, righteous will, oh yeah
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| Footsteps on the clearing
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| No one dares to speak or move
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| They returned to kill the phantom
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| But no one’s got the balls to prove
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| Balls of light are flashing
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| An ancient tongue speaks words of truth
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| The fight of Armageddon?
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| Good or evil who will lose?
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| The phantom of Black Hand Hill
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| Moonlight ride, frightening thrill
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| The phantom of Black Hand Hill
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| Honored ghost, righteous will, oh
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| The spot of stakes of haunted
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| Predestined when he was burned
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| For the righteous curse of vengeance
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| His good and honored soul returned
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| Black Hand Hill’s a mystery
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| The spot is veiled in secrecy
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| Revealing ancient wisdom
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| But blinded eyes will never see
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| The phantom of Black Hand Hill
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| Moonlight ride, frightening thrill
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| The phantom of Black Hand Hill
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| Honored ghost, righteous will
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| The phantom of Black Hand Hill
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| Prophecy, ancient skill
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| The phantom of Black Hand Hill
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| Seasoned soul, breaks the still, oh |