In the stealth of night

You may find me creeping

Pursuing my prey

On a midnight reaping


I slither and slink

Without the slightest of sound

As I silently make my way

Through the unsuspecting town


My killing blade

Tucked neatly away

As I cautiously stalk

My next deserving prey


Visions of my last

Fill my filthy little head

As I relish in the fact

That another sinner is dead


Fuck all these people

Who pretend to be just and clean

While behind closed doors

They‘re all bigger hypocrites and fiends


As they all pray by day

And fornicate in the same breath

I am the night’s judge and jury

And I sentence them to death


It gives me great pleasure

To be Satan’s next of kin

To punish all these fucking pretenders


Who are comfortably living in sin