There is a Phantom in my town
He often walks abroad at night
Woe to the men that he might meet
For theirs will be eternal sleep!

He has a room that’s full of mirrors
It casts a horrid reflection
Nobody lives or screams too long
Not in his chamber of torture

There is a coffin all in black
Its occupant a face does lack
He’s hard to find, and he’s cold to touch
But says: “My dear, I love you very much.”

One of these nights he’ll take a bride
Into his coffin underground
We’ll never hear from her again
Trapped with her husband underground