Death waits for prey
Death stalks, pounces, then slays
Death waits for no one
Death is an army of one
Stalking, pouncing, stalking pouncing
That's what they say he does
Running, Stabbing, Running, Stabbing
Killing is what death loves
Death can be black, Death can be white
Death will put up a fight
I hope you have enough breath
Because it is the last before your death
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