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Beside the dim lit lake

Where shadows hide him well

Killer of no motive

Of whom many stories tell

First strike, Lake Herman Road

Tried to run, all in vain

Soon lying on the ground

His bullets got them around

Killer (killer)

Hiding in the night

Killer (killer)

One won't know his face

Killer (killer)

Hiding in the night

Now it's your turn to die

Ghost warrior

One won't know his name

Night rider

Stabs them in the dead of the night

A killer never seen

Sends his letters to the press

A mark, the zodiac sign

Of which he's recognized

A couple, oh too young

In cold blood slaughtered were

They never did him any harm

Lives spilled just for thrill