The president of stealth

You come upon our domain

Invisible: ghost; roaming within shadows

Vile, cold and merciless…


You par as assassin

You enthrall our minds, bend our lives

Premier the weather forecast of your haven

We cringe and tremble to your name



Fear the night of sightless figures

We are your pawns

You are our Kings; wielding life and death

Use us, we are expendable


We never neglect your name

Nor do we wane its weighed game

Still we contradict its control

Yet you chain our minds

Reap our hearts

And turn friends to enemies


Our skulls reflect honor

Our morals endure torment

You call upon the forest as we are your slaves

For you are the predators


As we are the cattle