[04:22.00]I tread lightly through the night, becoming shadow-like
[04:22.00]You will hear no sound, no indication that I am there
[04:22.00]
[04:22.00]Except for the fear, unexplainable when I am near
[04:22.00]I will haunt and stalk, before I strike
[04:22.00]I like to see the paranoia develop into hysteria!!!
[04:22.00]And the last moment when you are ready to break open
[04:22.00]I will put my blade unto your throat and watch the bloo like fountains flow!!!
[04:22.00]I am the storm upon the shores
[04:22.00]
[04:22.00]The fire upon the blade
[04:22.00]And mankind will never find
[04:22.00]Peace from my campaign
[04:22.00]When your throat has opened, the bleeding is severe
[04:22.00]But half the fun of slitting throats is the gurgling you will hear
[04:22.00]I instincts will take over and you put your hands to your neck
[04:22.00]Realizing that the warm and wet is the blood RED!!!
[04:22.00]I am not through yet, but the fountains have peaked, and when you realize
[04:22.00]That it's useless to scream
[04:22.00]The desperation inside drives you to survive, panic then attack, fight or flight
[04:22.00]The lights begin to fade your head becoming heavy
[04:22.00]And from the loss of blood you will become weary
[04:22.00]I am the storm upon the shores
[04:22.00]The snake in your garden
[04:22.00]
[04:22.00]And once again I will wilt your flower to demonstrate the power of my resolve
[04:22.00]My gaze is cold and hard
[04:22.00]And I could stare for hours at my art
[04:22.00]Time is of the essence and my presence must go undetected