A shadow moves, a psychopath,
A hunter killing with gleeful laughs.
Cold hands, the eyes of a predator
He loves the hunt and dripping gore.
He wears a fake smile, a false charisma
Stealing your life like the jackdaw.
A secret motive, a hidden knife,
A game he plays with stalked life.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
He hides beneath a calm disguise,
A friend to some, a devil in lies.
With careful hands, he plans his game,
To him, each face is just a name.
The town grows cold, a whispered fear,
Of footsteps close that draw near.
He slips through cracks, an unseen foe,
A nightmare the living will know.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
A twisted mind, a hidden thrill,
A hunger only silence fills.
No conscience speaks, no mercy calls,
Just shadowed streets and empty halls.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
So lock your doors, and bar the gate,
For some might call it chance or fate.
In the silence, hear his name,
You aren't alone, but you'll remain.
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English
A shadow moves, a psychopath,
A hunter killing with gleeful laughs.
Cold hands, the eyes of a predator
He loves the hunt and dripping gore.
He wears a fake smile, a false charisma
Stealing your life like the jackdaw.
A secret motive, a hidden knife,
A game he plays with stalked life.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
He hides beneath a calm disguise,
A friend to some, a devil in lies.
With careful hands, he plans his game,
To him, each face is just a name.
The town grows cold, a whispered fear,
Of footsteps close that draw near.
He slips through cracks, an unseen foe,
A nightmare the living will know.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
A twisted mind, a hidden thrill,
A hunger only silence fills.
No conscience speaks, no mercy calls,
Just shadowed streets and empty halls.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
So lock your doors, and bar the gate,
For some might call it chance or fate.
In the silence, hear his name,
You aren't alone, but you'll remain.
A hunter killing with gleeful laughs.
Cold hands, the eyes of a predator
He loves the hunt and dripping gore.
He wears a fake smile, a false charisma
Stealing your life like the jackdaw.
A secret motive, a hidden knife,
A game he plays with stalked life.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
He hides beneath a calm disguise,
A friend to some, a devil in lies.
With careful hands, he plans his game,
To him, each face is just a name.
The town grows cold, a whispered fear,
Of footsteps close that draw near.
He slips through cracks, an unseen foe,
A nightmare the living will know.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
A twisted mind, a hidden thrill,
A hunger only silence fills.
No conscience speaks, no mercy calls,
Just shadowed streets and empty halls.
Serial killer, instrument of fear
In the blood of his victims he finds his cheer.
He stalks and kills to keep his ego fed
A ghost that walks where angels tread.
He moves in darkness, leaves no trace,
A hunter's mark, a masked face.
In every alley, every street,
You'll never know the end you'll meet.
So lock your doors, and bar the gate,
For some might call it chance or fate.
In the silence, hear his name,
You aren't alone, but you'll remain.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC