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 death 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