The killer rises, stone cold is his soul
As he dresses there is a momentary hold
As the familiar storm creeps into his mind
He says hello old friend, is it that time
As he walks the streets just a face in the crowd
Inside his mind there's no stopping now
To the lake he is set on going
He smiles at the blood that will soon be flowing
A couple sit themselves a pretty lakeside view
Bryan says to Cecelia I love you
As they stare into each other's eyes
They lay peacefully beneath the blue skies
A crackle, a crunch, a noise in the distance
Bryan tenses, Cecelia a witness
A dark figure, somewhere on the hunt
Into their ears it whispers Your time is up