Out of the fog comes a huddles shape  Cloaked head to toe in crimson flowing robes  It hunts, kills, 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 it's prey, slashing mangled claw  Soulstealer strangling terror, in crimson cloak it kills    Mortals who cross the path  The phantom hunts and kills  With a swift ferocity  The demon's carcass strikes  Death is his way, dare not cross hi path  The phantom of the crimson cloak stalks the dark and silent night    A killer waiting for the strike, in silence you will stand in fright  Captured by it's 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    Death 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    Death is his way, dare not cross his path  The phantom of the crimson cloak stalks the dark and silent night