Reflections of dead, torn eyes
Sharpenin' that famous knife
The glory for which he yearned
Cry out he's returned
Hot blood shall flood the streets again

Late at night, spreading fright
A deadly bait, there's no way to escape
Accept your fate, beyond the blade

The phantom's around once more
Rumors behind closed doors
Shadeless, he's on your back
A figure all cloaked in black
Anguish to breathe down their necks again

The blade, so scorching hot
To still its need for blood
Beware, it's deadly gleam
Black gloves are drowning your screams

Another one found dead
His throat is widely spread
Left on the streets to rot
While gutters fill with blood
The switchblade, covered in red again