
Kashmir - The Phantom Menace
[Verse 1] Bells toll for a kingdom drowned in sin, The altar's cracked, but the prayers still begin. Smoke from the fires where the idols burn, Preachers of profit with no lessons to learn. Veils of secrecy cloak the deceit, Feeding the plague that festers beneath. The crown is rusted, the scepter decayed, Witness the reckoning — no debts delayed. [Chorus 1] Time’s on its knees, begging for grace, Seconds like daggers that quicken the pace. The hourglass breaks, there’s no second chance, The phantom menace — forever it stands. [Interlude] [Verse 2] Council of vultures in bloodstained suits, Their verdicts are hollow, their oaths are mute. Taught to obey with a fist to the jaw, A world reconditioned to honor no law. Once sacred halls now echo with lies, The marble foundations crack as hope dies. No kings, no crowns, just parasites feasting, The disease of power is never releasing. [Chorus 2] Shots in the distance, the choir of lead, Crowds split like rivers where innocence bled. Silence is shattered by echoes of dread, The phantom menace — it lives in your head. [Complex Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Bells toll for the ashes of what had been, The altar's cracked, but the prayers still begin. Smoke from the fires where the idols burn, Preachers of profit with no lessons to learn. Veils of secrecy cloak the deceit, Feeding the plague that festers beneath. The crown is rusted, the scepter decayed, Witness the reckoning — no debts delayed. [Chorus 1] Time’s on its knees, begging for grace, Seconds like daggers that quicken the pace. The hourglass breaks, there’s no second chance, The phantom menace — forever it stands. [Chorus 2] Shots in the distance, the choir of lead, Crowds split like rivers where innocence bled. Silence is shattered by echoes of dread, The phantom menace — it lives in your head. Veils of secrecy cloak the deceit, Feeding the plague that festers beneath. The crown is rusted, the scepter decayed, Witness the reckoning — no debts delayed. [Chorus 3] Time’s on its knees, begging for grace, Seconds like daggers that quicken the pace. The hourglass breaks, there’s no second chance, The phantom menace — forever it stands. [Chorus 4] Shots in the distance, the choir of lead, Crowds split like rivers where innocence bled. Silence is shattered by echoes of dread, The phantom menace — it lives in your head. [End]


