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The Phantoms Sanctum
Drip,Drip,Drip the blood of the innocent the blood of the pure, drips from the fangs of the ghostly phantom.
Drip,Drip,Drip the putrid smell of pure ones fell fills the sanctum and arouses the phantom who's forever thirsty for more.
Drip, Drip, Drip the phantom hides in the darkness, hidden in the silence looking to score, thirsty for more, only the blood of the pure.
Drip,Drip,Drip Out of the darkness pounces the phantom, snatches innocence, hurry quick back to the sanctum, sacrificial tomb,back in his cellar he becomes the beast , a yet again he feasts; on the blood of innocence only the pure, bodies scattered all over the floor, when the time came again,a smell so putrid and the phantom would be back for more!
Drip,Drip,Drip the putrid smell of pure ones fell fills the sanctum and arouses the phantom who's forever thirsty for more.
Drip, Drip, Drip the phantom hides in the darkness, hidden in the silence looking to score, thirsty for more, only the blood of the pure.
Drip,Drip,Drip Out of the darkness pounces the phantom, snatches innocence, hurry quick back to the sanctum, sacrificial tomb,back in his cellar he becomes the beast , a yet again he feasts; on the blood of innocence only the pure, bodies scattered all over the floor, when the time came again,a smell so putrid and the phantom would be back for more!
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