Lyric

Crowds gathered on the high street

There was nothing thus far

Passersby stopped and joined it

And they heard like a low growl

Those who saw it never turned back

Those who saw it never turned back

And a trickster stared the sight from a commanding height

Screams pierced on the high street

And some flushed with excitement

Crowds were increasing

And mostly couldn't reach it

Soon the fancy had a monster

Had a mysterious monster

And a trickster stared the sight from a commanding height

It ran through the air with rocking

Like the thunder roars flash

It appeared various shapes

And whispered various voices

“Thy time is on the turn, now! ”

“Thy time is on the turn, now! “

Guided by the voice

Crowds left on the trip

In order to know something

Or in order to change something

But they didn't get anything

But they didn't get anything

A trickster suddenly finished a story

With his favors took somewhere

With his favors took somewhere

With his favors took somewhere

With his favors took somewhere

Somebody is fascinated by the phantom now

Somebody is fascinated by the phantom now

Somebody is fascinated by the phantom now

Somebody is fascinated now

Somebody is fascinated by the phantom now

Somebody is fascinated by the phantom now

Somebody is fascinated by the phantom now

Somebody is fascinated now