Praying With The Mantis

[Taylor, Green] Plumes of smoke are rising from the city streets below Stainless steel and candle wax cast a sickly glow Let us prey Death will stalk the streets tonight in leather faded grey The echoed screams of agony ring in the canyon's break Each and every night he pulls the sword out of the stone Preying with the mantis Surgical precision but the work is never done So much sin and so much pain- Rise with the setting sun Through darkened panes the silent eyes watch the canyon floor The hunter now the hunted when death slips out the door Each and every night he pulls the sword out of the stone Preying with the mantis Through the damp and silent streets past pyramids of light Keeping to the shadows- A creature of the night The crush of flesh, caress of steel, the sound of breaking bone As night fades into nothing the mantis stands alone Each and every night he pulls the sword out of the stone Preying with the mantis