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Sound is ripping through your ears
The deafening sound of metal nears
Your bodie's waiting for his whips
The taste of leather on your lips
Hear the cry of war
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
To control the land
Crushing metal strikes
On this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord
Victims falling under pains
You hear them crying, dying pains
The fist of terror's breaking through
Now there's nothing you can do
Hear the cry of war
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
To control the land
Crushing metal strikes
On this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord
The leathered armies have prevailed
The Phantom Lord has never failed
Smoke is lifting from the ground
The rising volume metal sound
Hear the cry of war
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
To control the land
Crushing metal strikes
On this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord
Fall to your knees
And bow to the Phantom Lord
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