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