You walk the streets
Late at night,
Stalking through the darkness,
Through the darkened shadows.
You sniff the air,
Sensing them near.
Yes, you feel their fear.
Sneering, you continue
Down the shadowed paths,
Seeking, searching, hungering.
You can feel them.
You sense they're near.
Yes, you feel their fear.
Seeing their eyes
Grow wide with fright,
You laugh that evil,
Demonic laugh.
You see them here.
Yes, you see their fear.
You chase them;
Taunt them;
Tease them;
Kill them.
You taste their blood here.
Yes, you taste their fear...
