a shadow creeps with deadly power, with a blade that glimmers in the moonbeam.
The campers sleep, unaware, of the terror that’s lurking there, Their dreams of summer days turned to nightmares in the slasher’s haze.
silent screams that echo evermore, A hunt that ends in cold despair, with no one left to hear the prayer.
The slasher moves with ghostly grace, leaving no trace, no single case, A trail of death through night’s embrace, where innocence has no place.
the slasher’s presence fills the air, where shadows stretch and secrets keep.
Fear the blade that cuts so clean, in the nightmare of a summer dream, For once heat’s found you, from the slasher’s deadly scrape.
the forest whispers, rustling trees, Of campers lost to the shadow’s claim, their souls bound to the slasher’s contest.
the horror etched in silent awe, the slasher’s shadow gains its power.