The sun is setting   And night comes crawling back   Out of the shadows deep   Comes a creature of the night   And now the stars are shining bright      Hunting the innocent   He draws their burning blood   Taking images of lives   Being ended   The mask he wears   Concealing his remorse   These memories of life   Is getting distant      But every time he takes   A life as sweet as this   His memory is back   Of life's unjustfulness      But wanting more of life   He searches far and wide   Arising from the east   A ball of searing pain   Burning every vein   And sleep must come again      His fears of waking to a world of unknowns   Is becoming a nightmare of truths   Every death he has brought to this world   Will be known at the end of his time      Hunted the innocent   He drew their burning blood   But now his life   Is being ended   The mask he used to wear   Concealing his remorse   Has been forever torn   From his burning palm      His soul is darkening   The future endless black   Still hoping for redemption   But being pushed into the void      His fears of waking to a world of unknowns   Is becoming a nightmare of truths   Every death he has brought to this world   Will be known at the end of his time   And now the feeling is leaving his veins   The blood is the almighty sin   Becoming one with the creature of night   Is sure to be ending your life      But now the innocent   Wanting a sweet revenge   Comes crashing down the stair   Into the grave   And even though remorse   Was often in his mind   Striking hard and swift   The stick is driven through his heart