Michael Buchanan (3-30-94 / The House of Pain)

Death sweeps through the night, Silently taking its victims, Im no stranger to death. Yet hes a stranger to me. Why does he have to come, and make us cry, as he takes us all one by one, until the day to die, He give no warning and they give no cry, death is everywhere, even here even tonight, waiting for the chance to strike. here he comes I should say goodbye in case he chooses me for tonght