Phantom Army. On a cold dark and foggy night The dogs don't bark, no cats in sight On top of the cliffs, stands a tree By the sea, by the sea, by the sea. Fixation figures start to appear A Roman legion is marching near Shields to carry, their swords do hang As they clang, as they clang, as they clang. They're battle hardened, fought many a' war They march as a troop in lines of four The general rides the horse he's got To a trot, to a trot, to a trot. With a tedious trek their search abound They wearily wish their fort is found They carefully look, but to their cost They are lost, they are lost, they are lost. A visionary fort, their eyes a' trick For the eerie brave their pace is quick The general, his horse and eighty men It is then, it is then, it is then. They solely believe it's the fort they see As they quickly march towards the tree For the Roman elite, it's one and all As they fall, as they fall, as they fall. And now today, if fog is in sight Don't follow Romans into the night On top of the cliffs stands another tree By the sea, by the sea, by the sea.
