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