Generally Hostile - Jag Panzer

Town clock echo splits the night

The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand

Sound of heels pound the street from the curse that rules the town

Chill of death has come to reap the damned

For years ago he went away and now he’s back to claim

The unsuspected souls to justify his death

Oh, foolish one, you’d best make haste.

There is no time

To contemplate.

The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath

He’s the one who holds the night in the hollow of his hand

Evil reigning ruler of the dark

Striking with a furious urge, a thunderbolt from hell

Everything he touches bears his mark

Seeking no amusement in any lovers foolish games

But go ahead and let them all begin

He lives his life in malice, not a single night in shame

Burning bright the everlasting flames of sin

I’m a man who shows no mercy for the weak

No mercy!

(Repeat)

Dangling at the end of your rope, can’t you see it’s 'round your neck

Desolation of another kind

Your head’s in heaven flying high.

Your heart’s in hell burning lust

Infatuation’s always in your mind

You’re the perfect sinner, yes, the one who stabbed me

In the back.

You’ve got no guts, just like the rest

Thrust my blade in, give a twist, tear a scream from your lips

One o’clock takes your final breath