6 a.m in the morning The world is so gloomy I lay in my warm bed Just petrified A dance of shadows I see They tear my mind Pieces of sanity
Fall from the sky
While the light is yawning I feel mesmerized By those dancing entities in front of my eyes I feel the touch of Death on my neck They’re moaning words I don’t understand
There is a fog in the air I feel a pain that’s insane I am the fog in the air Tamer, lord of your scares I am the fog in the air The damned souls I gather, I gather, I gather We are the fog in the air You don’t understand My friend, you’ve died
Oh, the phantom manor is not alone He gathers all the damned souls
Hidden in the ancient library I find a diary Edward Thanatos “I see the ghouls…” Enjoy your reading poor little scum young man I lived in suffer, you’ll soon understand I was an error for my parent ‘cause I can see the ghosts
Edward Thanatos is the Phantom Manor And I am his damned soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
