Silent Strike

(tick, tock)

Footsteps in the corridor,

shadows on the wall

No trace left behind when the heavy curtains fall A signature of

silence, a target in the cross

Counting down the seconds,

calculating loss

I'm the wind, I'm the ghost,

the final trace

Nowhere to run from this cold embrace

In the dark, out of sight Moving like a blade in the

night (yeah) One touch,

and you're gone Vanished in the air before the dawn

Cold contract,

warm lead

No hesitation, fulfilling the need

Laser precision, the scope is aligned

Leaving the chaos and ruins behind

No face,

no name

Just a

player in the shadows of the game

In the dark, out of sight Moving like a blade in the

night (yeah) One touch,

and you're gone Vanished in the air before the dawn

Vanished...