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I tread lightly through the night, becoming shadow-like You will hear no sound, no indication that I am there Except for the fear, unexplainable when I am near I will haunt and stalk, before I strike I like to see the paranoia develop into hysteria!!! And the last moment when you are ready to break open I will put my blade unto your throat and watch the bloo like fountains flow!!! I am the storm upon the shores The fire upon the blade And mankind will never find Peace from my campaign When your throat has opened, the bleeding is severe But half the fun of slitting throats is the gurgling you will hear I instincts will take over and you put your hands to your neck Realizing that the warm and wet is the blood RED!!! I am not through yet, but the fountains have peaked, and when you realize That it's useless to scream The desperation inside drives you to survive, panic then attack, fight or flight The lights begin to fade your head becoming heavy And from the loss of blood you will become weary I am the storm upon the shores The snake in your garden And once again I will wilt your flower to demonstrate the power of my resolve My gaze is cold and hard And I could stare for hours at my art Time is of the essence and my presence must go undetected From Letras Mania