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