Everyone is screaming, everyone is shouting. Under the nights which is turning up to be gloom, he comes to steal every soul.
This city sleeps look more horrible, that tiny knife is about ready to bleed another victim.
His eyes is so cold, no one can stop the actions under a brigth moonlight,
That his feet can feel the aura of fearness, their fear.
No voice, he kills the men inside of darkness.
In his calmness, he lands a snickersnee right in the girls’ chest.
And within his ruthless, the innocents die every night.
Blood is what he drinks for
Screaming is the song that he enjoys for
Soul, is the only thing that he searches for
The anger face, the devil heart, a hell feeling… he’s truly a death person
When the sharp air is showing up, the crows are singing along, storm is underway, no one can hide from him.
He’s a man over of black mask, entering each house to greet everyone in nightmare.
He’s a man behind of that scary smiling, a cruel hello before putting a tight horrible sleep.
Since he is a man that acts to be God, deciding ones who may live and those who had better die…
And because he sacrifices the souls to a demon, he truly acts based on his own fool.
