Lyrics :: Das Geisterlied

The Moor-Ghost
alias "The Phantom of the Moors"
alias "Scotch on the Fens"

They hauled him to the crossroads
As day was at its close;
They hung him to the gallows
And left him for the crows.
His hands in life were bloody,
His ghost will not be still
He haunts the naked moorlands
About the gibbet hill.

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And oft a lonely traveler
Is found upon the fen
Whose dead eyes hold a horror
Beyond the world of men.

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Hollow shell
Born from Hell
A ghost impure
A fate unsure
Beware the Phantom of the Moor!

A dire doom arose where from
The gallows he was hewn
For prey it stalks the moorlands
Beneath the bloodied moon.
And if a lonely wanderer's
Found travelling after dark
Shall strike a spectral killer
And leave its hellish mark.

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The villagers then whisper,
With accents grim and dour:
"This man has met at midnight
The phantom of the moor."

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Die Lyrics zum neuesten Song des Baltimore Gun-Club basieren auf dem Gedicht "The Moor-Ghost" des amerikanischen Schriftstellers Robert E. Howard (1906 - 1936)