Verse 1:

In an old mansion where the books gather dust,
A library stands, hidden in rust.
The tomes are ancient, the shelves are steep,
And the ghost of knowledge is restless in sleep.

Chorus:

Wander through the Phantom's Library, if you dare,
Where the books whisper secrets and the air is rare.
The pages turn with a spectral breeze,
As the ghostly librarian seeks to appease.

Verse 2:

The volumes murmur in the dead of night,
Tales of sorrow and eerie fright.
The ghostly librarian's eyes gleam with lore,
As they offer you knowledge from the shadowed core.

Spoken Word:

Once a place of wisdom and grand design,
The Phantom's Library is now a spectral shrine.
The ghostly keeper roams through the silent shelves,
Guarding secrets that no mortal delves.
If you seek the truth, beware the cost,
For in the library, many souls are lost.

Bridge:

As you reach for a tome, the air grows cold,
And the pages reveal tales of the bold.
But the Phantom's gaze is sharp and keen,
For knowledge here is not what it seems.

Chorus:

Wander through the Phantom's Library, if you dare,
Where the books whisper secrets and the air is rare.
The pages turn with a spectral breeze,
As the ghostly librarian seeks to appease."