Puncture Wounds
Gatecreeper
Lurking in shadows Wielding my blade Steel forged for violent action Stalking my prey Knife in my hand Puncturing skin Knife deep inside your head Draining your skull Ambushed in darkness I raise my blade Flesh ripped with no resistance Muscle and bone Wielding my blade I dig my weapon into your worthless flesh Carving your body open Slicing your face Striking with lethal passion Drenched in your blood I absorb the power Tasting my blade