The Ghost That Kills - Frantic Amber

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