Within his bloodstained soul,
To stalk a man, to make lives end
This is his only goal.
He's everywhere, not back nor forth
but somewhere inbetween,
Keeping to the dark, sliding through the shadows
His face remains unseen.
The devils kin, satans spawn
He moves with hellish pride,
To kill again, extinguish life
To feel less pain inside.
A persons pain and suffering
Ring out into the night,
Splintered bone and bloodstained flesh
Destroyed without a fight.
Each time he kills, each life he takes
Add to the curruption of his own,
His reasons for these vicous crimes
Shall remain unknown.
His victims are scared to death
So scared they dare not flee,
The demon in the darkness
It could be you, it could be me.