Running Wild - The Poison Lyrics
Moonbeams touch the soil, streak of fog surrounds the sceneThe eerie wind is howling, a lantern light's the only gleamThe one-eyed owl is calling, hands hold tight the iron-lampThe cold is paralyzing, ponderous steps trough misty dampThe atmosphere's tremendous, seasoned men are choked with fearThe presence of the phantom, a strange and sublime power's nearThe figure's bathed in moonlight, a black dressed shape without a faceCelestial phenomenon and he disappeared without a traceThe phantom of