Night Of The Knife (Abattoir)

Back alley ways Is there he stalks The feel the blade tucked near his heart The cold, the mist sets floatingly Street lights ablazde haughtingly Nasty surprise or jack the knife The fate comes back from the dead Repeating the crime deep in his mind For vengeance or has been said The papers will read he is still free Victims will fall from his quest Roaming around he'll never be found And with slice he'll lay to rest Night Night of the knife Night Night of the knife Angel of death brings tyranny To steal your mind and slice your dreams You try to run but your too late A victim of an endless fate Dark side of town an eerie sight The moon reflects the only light You see the blade you hear the slice Now it's too late he's taken your life