3 Inches Of Blood - Phantom Of The Crimson Cloak lyrics

Out of the fog comes a huddles shape Cloaked head to toe in crimson flowing robes It hunts, k**s, eats Unseen in sickening mists of night, some evil's lurking in the gloom Voracious hunting appetite and piercing demon eyes A mandrake sets upon its prey, slashing mangled claw Soulstealer strangling terror, in crimson cloak it k**s Mortals who cross the path The phantom hunts and k**s With a swift ferocity The demon's carca** strikes d**h is his way, dare not cross hi path The phantom of the crimson cloak stalks the dark and silent night A k**er waiting for the strike, in silence you will stand in fright Captured by its frozen stare, your body drained of essence Predator of the pure in heart, sending all their souls to Hell There is no escape from here, phantom horror attack He must feed On innocent human flesh To hold the madness at bay That torments his eternal march d**h is his way, dare not cross hi path The phantom of the crimson cloak stalks the dark and silent night An ancient corpse He's trod this worn path Many forlorn years Aeons yet to come d**h is his way, dare not cross his path The phantom of the crimson cloak stalks the dark and silent night