The Phantom of Black Hand Hill
Музыка: Rolf Kasparek
Текст: Rolf Kasparek

Moonbeams touch the soil.
Streak of fog surrounds the scene.
The eerie wind is howling.
lantern's light is the only gleam.
The one-eyed owl is calling.
Hands hold tight the iron-lamp.
The cold is paralyzing.
Ponderous steps through misty damp.

The atmosphere's tremendous.
Seasoned men are choked with fear.
The presence of the phantom.
strange and sublime power's near.
The figure's bathed in moonlight. 
black dressed shape without a face.
Celestial phenomenon.
And he disappeared without a trace.
 [bad word] 
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill" - 
Moonlight ride, frightening thrill.
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill" - 
Honoured ghost, righteous will.

Footsteps on the clearing.
No one dares to speak or move.
They returned to kill the phantom,
but no one's got the balls to prove.
Balls of light are flashing.
An ancient tongue speaks words of [bad word] 
The fight of Armageddon.
Good or evil who will lose?
 [bad word] 
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill" -
Moonlight ride, frightening thrill.
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill" - 
Honoured ghost, righteous will

            (SOLO)

The spot of stakes is haunted,
predestined when he was burned.
For the righteous curse of vengeance 
his good and honoured soul returned.
Black Hand Hill's a mystery.
The spot is veiled in secrecy,
revealing ancient wisdom,
but blinded eyes will never see.
 [bad word] 
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill" -
Moonlight ride, frightening thrill.
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill" - 
Honoured ghost, righteous will.
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill" -
Prophecy, ancient skill.
The phantom of "Black Hand Hill" - 
Seasoned soul breaks the still.