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(ooohhh) (shhh) Behind the glass, the shape is still
Watching through
the autumn chill
No words are spoken,
no breath is drawn
And by the night,
he'll be gone
He is coming home tonight
Lock the doors and dim the light (ahhhh)
The shadow walks, the cold steel gleams
He is the master of your screams
No human eyes behind the mask
To end the night his only
task
Six times he fell,
but still he stands
A shadow over quiet lands
No logic guides
the hunter's pace
An empty mask,
an empty face
(no,
please, stay back!) (ahahahaha)
The shadow walks, the cold steel gleams
He is the master of your
screams
No human eyes behind the mask
To end the night his only task (shhh...)