In the dead of night, under a crescent moon
See the gleam of the blade, coming after you
Behind him a victim, with a saber slashed throat
Covered in red, a massive bloody coat
The black of his eyes and the black of the night
From his cold stare, feel the evil inside
Your adrenaline flows, but it's no use to run
Slasher has marked you, as the next one

Shedding blood
Spilling guts
Viscera
Slasher

Swinging blade
Tortured pain
Dying brain
Slasher

Lacerate
Insane state
Growing hate
Slasher

You tried to run
He has won
You are next
Slasher

You see the flash of his shining blade
Your arteries gashed from the saber's raid
A spray of blood flying through the air
You cry out for help, but no one will dare
Body is ravaged by his incessant slashing
Concrete indentations on the skull that he is bashing
Life is slowly draining from the torture you are living
He feels no emotion for the death that you are given

Shedding blood
Spilling guts
Viscera
Slasher

Swinging blade
Tortured pain
Dying brain
Slasher

Lacerate
Insane state
Growing hate
Slasher

You tried to run
He has won
You are next
Slasher

Slipping into the black unknown
Bleeding to death, dying all alone
Relentless pursuit of those who've been maimed
Adding another to the lives he has claimed
He already knows his next victim has seen
Slasher performing his vicious deeds
Walking away from what he has done
Slasher has now marked the next one

Shedding blood
Spilling guts
Viscera
Slasher

Swinging blade
Tortured pain
Dying brain
Slasher

Lacerate
Insane state
Growing hate
Slasher

You tried to run
He has won
You are dead
Slasher