Crimson Ghost
Los Angeles
I walk out the shadows with a skeletal grin,
Crimson Ghost in the flesh, let the terror begin.
Face pale as the moon, eyes hollow with fire,
A phantom in the night with a soul to conspire.
I walk out the shadows with a skeletal grin,
Crimson Ghost in the flesh, let the terror begin.
Face pale as the moon, eyes hollow with fire,
A phantom in the night with a soul to conspire.
