You saw him years ago, followed his track
But couldn't quite follow his track
You saw him years ago, followed his track
But couldn't quite follow his track
His figure is hidden, it was once a back
His figure isn't an assembly of trash
To find out who he is
Now is your task
Who sleeps in the day, who favours the night
The phantom of the night
The blood suckers,
Now your face is hidden,
Now your figure is masked,
You keep it hidden, dark and masked
Who sleeps in the day, who favours the night
The phantom of the night
Meeting stamper, the bout,
His love under power,
Now your face is hidden
Bottom bolt & end
Acknowledgement overdue,
Turmoil
Isn't favoured
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