Prowler -

Prowler, fetish for flesh

Under darkness he waits, virgin blood he baits

To complete the cycle

Lying in wait, the seductive moment

Eyes red with desire, cast from the fire

This feast of predators

Haunting — Your life’s been sold

Hunted — Your hellish nightmare unfolds

Screams of pain as he cuts you down

Crush your bones, burn you into the ground

Shards of light upon the flesh, creep through the masses

Infectious first touch, burning lust, it’s so precious

Lead them to the jackals, feast, gorge

And savour the dripping blood

Haunting — Your life’s been sold

Hunted — Your hellish nightmare unfolds

Screams of pain as he cuts you down

Crush your bones, burn you into the ground

Back in his lair, black stench of death

Trophy flesh shawl, caress

Here in this hell, forged a soul masked in black

Shunned by the light of day, by the light of day

Inside his mind a statue of death

Carved from the stone of his soul

So now your time has come

Just to satisfy

My deepened pain, all life I slay

This deadline for murder

Haunting — Your life’s been sold

Hunted — Your hellish nightmare unfolds

Screams of pain as he cuts you down

Crush your bones, burn you into the ground