He suffered more than he thought he would ever suffer,
he hovered over the demons frolicking in betrayal.
How dare they deny the villain they created,
the pain has been too much to bear.
But he knew someday he would long to chase what most fear to face,
a choice to embrace the dark despair then vanish without a trace.

Stricken by a darkening gray his heartstrings a woman played,
the punishment is much to endure, every soul eventually breaks.
So, what should the vengeful do for destiny to intervene,
should the vengeful wait, but he is no longer part of the human race.
A table for two drifting in the shadows, eyes lost in every soul,
one question is left to contemplate, then he whispers into the mirror.

The phantom's revenge, loves vicious betrayal,
a terrible tale shall bring your life to an end.

The ghost warriors fought on over the centuries
Never even knowing they were dead
Valhalla, paradise of violent souls
The ancient thunder god feeds upon their eternal rage
Forevermore

I can’t conceive of a world
Where violence is a product of love
Where deception is the hand of reception
Underneath the velvet glove
We watch and learn
Until our eyes grow tired
Lines form upon our faces
And it’s down to the wire
Yesterdays are forgotten
As life shrivels up and dies
And we search for a meaning
That’s covered up in lies
What kind of love
Comes by commanding
Where is wisdom
In such an understanding