THE PHANTOM BANDIT
Away down from the hightless region of the phantom graveyard came I,
The most impregnable, unconquerable and most adorable Prince of Crime.
Where I live the sun never shine,
The rain never fall,
Grass never grow,
And even the wind refuse to blow.
For I'll bite a piece of the moon and shorten the season.
My tongue is Death and my voice is Thunder
Now the voice of Thunder has now been founded onto me
Sounds like SWEET music in my ear
Murder on my mind
And even the spirit of the great mystical power of the earth I've already crossed and slain
With any Mocking Pretender like you that come my way!
