The Ghost That Kills

Under dark clouds gathered in the skies above
The wind is cold as ice, ice, ice
I pull up the collar of my coat with a shiver

I am the ghost that kills
The ghost that kills

Explosions of bombs can be heard in the distance
The cracking sounds of lead, lead, lead
Piercing the air, looking for flesh
A bullet laced with the kiss of death
Another invader drops dead
I am the ghost that kills
They call me lady death

It smells like rain in the pit
My eyes never leave my target's point
A race of composure and cunning wit
Endurance is the key
I wait, biding my time
Deadly, patient, in perfect stillness
Another body so warm becomes a corpse so cold

A bullet laced with the kiss of death
Another invader drops dead
I am the ghost that kills
They call me lady death
With the kiss of death
A bullet laced with the kiss of death
Kiss of death