I have a bloodlust that can not be sated
Forever hunting my prey
I'm not a tactical savant, nor a vessel of ferocity
but an unavoidable constant
sprint in terror as i approach
your youthful blood may time encroach
Does my silhouette inspire dread?
Does my existence corrupt your darkest dreams?
I am the man with no face
Though I am perceived as malevolent
I have no intent, I am not an essence of brilliance
nor a violent wind, but an unavoidable constant
I come for the young and the disenchanted
Held captive to the throes of their minds
I can give everlasting solace
My touch petrifies
You were mine, and you meant nothing
You were mine, and you meant nothing
Entrapment is certain
My presence pierces the body and haunts the heart
There is no appreciation for the sustenance you provide
There is no destiny, only certainty
To reap in pure delight
I stalk the meek for advantage
I am the man with no face
I hunger
my presence pierces the body and haunts the heart
There's no appreciation
I'm not a tactical savant nor a vessel of ferocity
But an unavoidable constant
