There is a new killer in the night.
Ghosts of the past, go towards the light...

A slash in the cold, a flash in the dark.
The torture of my mind, has left it's scarring mark...

The dark around us makes you blind.
For you are in my realm now, the real of the tortured mind...

My thoughts cut deeper than any knife, keep that in mind.
Little ghost, as you run for your life!

Spectre, a doomed soul in a endless seaking on the dark