Phantom in the Halls

[Intro] [Verse 1] The moon spills through the shattered glass, A shadow crawls where the rot amassed. Echoes groan in the hollowed halls, A phantom treads where the ivy crawls. [Chorus] Oh, hear his whine, a phantom’s cry, The ghost of power that refused to die. Once a king with a gilded tongue, Now a phantom where the weak are strung. [Verse 2] His suit’s in tatters, his hands still claw, The deal he struck with the dark’s last law. “Vote for me,” rasps the crawling shade, But the ballots burned in the hell he made. [Bridge] The walls drip whispers of bribes and lies, A chandelier swings where his conscience dies. The floors creak warnings, the stairs conspire, To drag him back to his funeral pyre. [Chorus] Oh, hear his whine, a phantom’s cry, The ghost of power that refused to die. His crown’s a thorn, his throne’s a tomb, The phantom wails for his stolen doom. [Outro]