THERES A PHANTOM HIDDING AN HE'S VERY
NEAR.
THIS PHANTOM WHEN SEEN CAUSES INSTANT
FEAR.
WITH NO HUMAN FORM OR NO HUMAN BREATH.
THE PHANTON I SPEAK OF IS THE PHANTOM
OF DEATH.

HIDING IN DARKNESS WHERE AL FEAR TO
TREAD.
THE PHANTOM LIES WAITING TO GATHER
THE DEAD.
HE NEVER SLEEPS, HE'S KNOWN AS
DEATHS KEEPER.
HE'S THE HARVESTER OF DEATH, THIS
COLD GRIM REAPER.
HE LURKS IN THE SHADOWS AWAITING
HIS PREY.
AND SCOOPS HUNDREDS OF BODIES DAY
AFTER DAY.

HE HAS ON FEELINGSS FOR THE YOUNG
OR THE OLD.
HE GATHERS THEM ALL INTO HIS DEADLY
FOLD.
RICH MAN, OR POOR MAN, YOU'RE ALL
THE SAME.
IN DEATH YOU'RE ALL THE PHANTOMS
TO CLAIM.

WETHER YOU DIE OF SICKNESS, OR DIE
BY THE SWORD.
THE PHANTOM IS WAITING TO WELCOME
YOU ABOARD.
SO REMEMBER MY FRIEND, IF YOU'RE
ABOUT TO DIE.
LUCKY ARE IF THE PHANTOM PASSES
YOU BY.