There's a shack down by the railroad tracks Down by the old graveyard There's a thing that hides there in the day But at night be on guard Ripping through the darkness Dealing out the word There's no scaping And death comes in a blur
On a dark oppressing morning The village comes to life Whispering the stories of What they heard last night The old one was among them Now gone without a trace They tell the tales of horror Of a giant metal face
Demon killer - Demon Kills in the dark reaps in the night
Demon-Killer
Demon - Killer
So I hope you've all been listening to What the old man said about this and If you live in the shadow you know You're on his list slipping through The darkness dealing out the word There's no scaping and death comes In a blur
