Number 47 - the Game

Silent shadows, cold as steel, in the night they reel

A ghost in the mask, with a mission sealed

Number 47, the deadly deal

Back of his head, marked in ink, a barcode, a silent link

Moving through shadows, don’t blink, a deadly waltz, step and sync

Revenge or sport, he’s got no blink, precision in every link

Blood splattered, walls that drip, a silent scream, a dying whip

Every shot, a story told, a secret cold, a vengeance bold

In the dark, he’s paid in gold, a story of the untold

Hitman’s game, perfect shot, no shame, haunting plot

Blood on the wall, he takes them all, he’s never caught

Silent kill, cold thrill, death’s will, standing tall

Number 47, the deadly spell, after all

Targets fall, no trace, just grace, a ghost in time and space

One last dance, his final chase, aiming at the face of disgrace

Revenge burns, in this place, he’s got no case, he just pace

The last shot, won’t erase, the blood, the face in the deadly race

Every shot, a story told, a secret cold, a vengeance bold

In the dark, he’s paid in gold, a story of the untold

Hitman’s game, perfect shot, no shame, haunting plot

Blood on the wall, he takes them all, he’s never caught

Silent kill, cold thrill, death’s will, standing tall

Number 47, the deadly spell, after all

Mask of silence, the retribution cry

A ghost, a shadow, slipping by

Final target, the eagle’s eye

In the midnight, he’ll fly high

Blood stained wall, mission complete, silent retreat, nobody beats

Number 47, storm’s seas, a mark of the elite, in the night he’s fleet