Phantom Lord

(Hetfield,Ulrich,Mustaine)


Sound is ripping through your ears
The deafening sound of metal nears
Your bodies waiting for his whips
The taste of leather on your lips

     Hear the cry of War
     Louder than before
     With his sword in hand
     To control the land
     Crushing metal strikes
     On this frightening night
     Fall onto your knees
     For the Phantom Lord

Victims falling under chains
You hear them crying dying pains
The fists of terrors breaking through
Now there's nothing you can do

     Hear the cry of War
     Louder than before
     With his sword in hand
     To control the land
     Crushing metal strikes
     On this frightening night
     Fall onto your knees
     For the Phantom Lord

The leathered armies have prevailed
The Phantom Lord has never failed
Smoke is lifting from the ground
The rising volume metal sound

     Hear the cry of War
     Louder than before
     With his sword in hand
     To control the land
     Crushing metal strikes
     On this frightening night
     Fall onto your knees
     For the Phantom Lord

Fall to your knees
And bow to the Phantom Lord