Hürlement - N.O.T.K.

Chilly night, no one in sight,
The smell of a storm in the air,
Ghosts of white, clad in moonlight,
Are roaming the streets everywhere,
The fog is alive with a myriad sounds,
That scream in your mind like beasts on the prowl.

Dread and fright run in your mind,
Playing with your fear and your fancy,
Cold and tight, the cloak of night,
Is clothing your world in demency,
The beat of your heart is going insane,
Like steps in the dark running on your trail.

A killer is out on a rampage tonight,
A killer is out in the streets,
A killer is prowling the velvet night,
A killer is out on the beat,
Oh, killer!

A blade in the dark like a flash of light,
Lightning in a cloudless sky,
In the scorn of night your scream is a sigh,
Silent and frozen as you die,
You throat is bursting in a gush of gore,
Like a wicked grin in crimson laughter.

A killer is out on a rampage tonight,
A killer is out in the streets,
A killer is prowling the velvet night,
A killer is out on the beat,
Oh, killer!