(Verse) He's coming through the shadows, boots pound the ground, Red overalls stained, not a soul around. Black leather gloves, gripping tight, so cold, A broken mask of terror, stories untold. (Chorus) Blood drips down as he lurks in the dark, Silent steps, leaving a crimson mark. Run if you can, hide if you may, The Slasher’s here, and he’s here to stay.