I am the thief with no fear,
Oft' quiet when you come near,
You say I kill for pleasure,
This hurts me beyond measure,
For life is all I hold dear;

Taught to kill without a soul,
For the respect I will hold,
I practice until morning,
Then strike without warning,
A death with his blood so cold;

Staring at my victim's eyes,
I often wonder why,
Where in the course of his life,
How he could've angered his wife,
Until she could say, "You must die."