Keeper of the Dead - Phantasm



Mask of white dressed in black

Time has come to attack

Cannibal killer satan's son

This he is all in one



Scared to death of his sight

Cannot run cannot fight

Crazy bastard out of control

Jumps on you he's death's patrol



Nails of razors cut your flesh

Smell of blood it's so fresh

Bites your ribs crushes your lung

Now your dead on a hook your strung



Out for more needs his fill

Crazed of mind blood he'll spill

Eating his food loving the taste

Bite by bite none to waste



Little to know victim of disease

Suffer of pain soon to deceace

Killed by his kind now he's gone

Who will last disease undone



Nails of razors cut your flesh

Smell of blood it's so fresh

Bites your ribs crushes your lung

Now your dead on a hook your strung



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