Lurking in the shadows
They splice their way through night
Searching in the darkness
For souls to reek with fright
Fall onto the blade
Feel it pierce your skin
The wound the knife has made
The draw of life begins
If I were you I'd
Scream – For grief
Scream – For relief
Scream – For grief
Scream
Lacing all their victims
With shrills of panting d**h
They gasp with cold desire
Life they can't accept
You're the victims
Of the night
Scorned upon
Then cast aside
If I were you I'd
Feel the shocking blow
A hostile thrust of force
Image of a madman
No one can change his course
Fall onto the blade
Feel it pierce your skin
The wound the knife has made
The draw of life begins
If I were you I'd