[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