Flee, flee, flee, the phantoms descend,
Hearts in terror, a dreadful end.
Flee, flee, flee, the phantoms arise,
Hearts in terror, reflected in eyes.
Flee, flee, flee, the phantoms unfold,
Hearts in terror, a story told.
Wherever I turn, they rise to meet,
The spectral forms, a haunting defeat.
Long phantoms, short phantoms, stout and grim,
Black phantoms lurking, limb by limb.
Oh, Baba, Baba, the phantoms pursue,
Flee, flee, flee, what shall we do?
Flee, flee, flee, the phantoms descend,
Hearts in terror, a dreadful end.
Wherever I turn, they rise to meet,
The spectral forms, a haunting defeat.
Long phantoms, short phantoms, stout and grim,
Black phantoms lurking, limb by limb.
Oh, Baba, Baba, the phantoms pursue.
Phantoms on phantoms, a spectral plight,
Flames from their mouths, consuming the light,
Towards me they surge, with terrible grace,
How can one fight this ethereal race?
Oh, Baba, what fate now awaits my soul?
What darkness descends, taking its toll?
Flee, flee, flee, the phantoms descend,
Hearts in terror, a dreadful end.
Wherever I turn, they rise to meet,
The spectral forms, a haunting defeat.
Long phantoms, short phantoms, stout and grim,
Black phantoms lurking, limb by limb.
Oh, Baba, Baba, the phantoms pursue.
Help, help, they fly and strike with dread,
Screaming at me, filled with the dead.
Will fear consume? Shall we now die?
Will they devour us, beneath the sky?
They fly and strike, with spectral might,
Screaming at me, throughout the night.
Will fear consume? Shall we now die?
Will they devour us, beneath the sky?
They'll break our necks, with chilling art.
Flee, flee, flee, the phantoms depart,
Hearts in terror, a dreadful end.
Wherever I turn, they meet and attend.
Long phantoms, short phantoms, stout and grim,
Black phantoms lurking, limb by limb.
Oh, Baba, Baba, the phantoms pursue.
From news they came, to news they'll flee,
Leave me be, and set me free.
If you're a phantom, I am fierce and bold,
My wrath is great, a story told.
From news they came, to news they'll flee,
Leave me be, and set me free.
If you're a phantom, I am fierce and bold,
My wrath is great, a story told.
You heed no word, you do not know,
Flee, flee, flee, the phantoms bestow,
Hearts in terror, a dreadful end.
Wherever I turn, they come and attend.
Long phantoms, short phantoms, stout and grim,
Black phantoms lurking, limb by limb.
Oh, Baba, Baba, the phantoms pursue.
Flee, flee, flee, run fast, make haste!
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