He lives his life normal, has a house and family When you walk past him he's as friendly as can be He seems a nice person, but his appearance deceives No one can stop him and the onslaught repeats
At night, he kills The blood, he spills The innocence that dies Torture and cries
He fills his days working, trying to earn his bread Like every other person he lives and loves until he's dead But somewhere in his mind, he knows that he's not right Who he once was has already died
At night, he kills The blood, he spills The innocence that dies Torture and cries
He's the jackal, Lures his preys, He butchers them, One by one He's the jackal, Can't be stopped, No one knows Who, where or what
What you think he is, he is absolutely not He's a filthy monster, hope you won't feel his wrath But the truth is, he could be living next to you That's the awful truth but what else can you do
At night, he kills The blood, he spills The innocence that dies Torture and cries
He's the jackal, Lures his preys, He butchers them, One by one He's the jackal, Can't be stopped, No one knows Who, where or what
He's the sickest man ever, to walk this damned earth But his killing spree won't stop until his voices are heard The only problem we have, they are in his head And they will only shut up when the man is dead!
Hopefully you'll never meet the jackal of the night Because already too many died by the hands of this beast So watch out and beware for you may be his next feast!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
