I am the black thoughts of the night

Deep in the darkness of your mind

Shrouded in shadow, the mental torture

In the realm of death walking terror



Stalking the closest to the edge

Imposition of depravity

Sanity holding by a thread

Desperation draws them close to me



Always unseen but never far behind

Fleeting darkness tricks your eyes

Paranoia, a creeping horror

Guided by the death walking terror



Your hand reaches for the knife

Subconscious molding insidious

It was always in your mind

Release the pain, a psychotic rush



Death walking terror

Slow mental torture



I am the blood you seek to spill

I am your inner drive to kill

Dark inspiration, a moral failure

Created by the death walking terror



Your hands have done my bidding well

Your hideous dreams now reality

Manipulation done with stealth

I was with you, I heard the screams



Death walking terror

Slow mental torture

Death walking terror

Psychic tormentor



The weakest ones will fall

My murderous influence appeals to their fear

My will is just too strong

The decision was mine but they'll never know



Death walking terror



[Solo: Pat O'Brien]



I walk behind you while you kill

Usurping your mind, you are oblivious

You'll never know your spirit fell

Supplanted by this deep disgust



Death walking terror, slow mental torture

Death walking terror, psychic tormentor