The Pantom Of Black Hand Hill

Running Wild

Composed by: Rolf Kasparek
Moonbeams touch the soil, streak of fog surrounds the scene 
The eerie wind is howling, a lantern light's the only gleam 
The one-eyed owl is calling, hands hold tight the iron-lamp 
The cold is paralyzing, ponderous steps trough misty damp 

The atmosphere's tremendous, seasoned men are choked with fear 
The presence of the phantom, a strange and sublime power's near 
The figures bathed in moonlight, a black dressed shape without a face 
Celestial phenomenon and he disappeared without a trace 

The phantom of "Black Hand Hill", moonlight ride, frightening thrill, 
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill", honoured ghost, righteous will 

Footsteps on the clearing, no one dares to speak or move 
They returned to kill the phantom, but no one's got the balls to prove 
Balls of light are flashing, an ancient tongue speaks words of truth 
The fight of Armaggeddon?, good or evil who will lose? 

The phantom of "Black Hand Hill", moonlight ride, frightening thrill, 
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill", honoured ghost, righteous will 

The spot of stakes of haunted, predestined when he was burned 
For the righteous curse of vengeance, his good and honoured soul returned 
"Black Hand Hill"'s a mystery, the spot is veiled in secrecy 
Revealing ancient wisdom, but blinded eyes will never see 

The phantom of "Black Hand Hill", moonlight ride, frightening thrill, 
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill", honoured ghost, righteous will 
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill", prophecy, ancient skill 
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill", seasoned soul, breaks the still
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