He's back,
He's here,
The hooded man returns,
Watching your every move,
He knows you,
He knows me,
That doesn't mean he cares,
Oh what difference does it make,
The time is close,
He draws ever nearer,
To ripping out our souls,
He lies in the shadows,
Ever hungering to take a life,
Ever thirsting to drink his victims blood,
His name is death,
And he's coming,
For you,
For me,
That doesn't mean he cares.