Where silence reigns and blackened is the day 
Lurking deep down in a watery grave 
An entity awaits its hundreth prey 
As its only satisfaction is to maim 

Many trophies, proving its skill 
Disturbing the peace of a quite day 
Or to strike at a stormy, rough night 
Cutting the life-string and they?ll bleed to death 

It sneaks up from the cold depths of the upmost darkness 
With patience, restrained bloodlust, yet eager to defy 
Silent and determinated to reach out, cut-throat 
Unsuspected, invisible, waiting, nocturnal curse 

Prey in sight, lust for attack 
The time has come to strike with strength 
Releasing the harbringers of doom 
Following their trail towards death 

A violent explosion, disintegrated to the core 
Debris descending from the darkened sky 
Breaking of the spine, bursting of the skin 
Another kill has been made