Lyrics:

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 figure's bathed in moonlight, a black dressed shape without a face Celestial phenomenon and he disappeared without a trace The phantom of