Death Toll.

Demonic urges guide his path,
Filling his soul with his relentless wrath.
A horrible fate, this killers sadistic thrill,
Taking your life, your blood he will spill.
A tear falls from your beaten face,
Only a matter of time until he wins this race.

Your screams for help make hunger him for the hunt,
It's a death you soon will confront.
He's cold and ruthless he's on your trail,
Picturing your body limp and pale.
A parasitic mind out for blood.

A puddle of blood is where you lay,
Resting in the grass where you will stay,
Close your eyes for heaven to come,
Your body lay hard and numb.
Demonic heart, he seeks your soul
A price we pay, Death's Toll.