The Birth of Karl the Killer

Yeah, it's the dawn of the darkness, Karl Swanson's in the game

Silent footsteps in the night, no good, no shame

A shadow on the wall, hear the whisper, hear the name

This is the birth of terror, start of his deadly fame

Walking through the midnight, cold sweat, cold stare

Karl the Killer Swanson, nobody dares compare

Lurking in the alley, silhouette in the gloom

First victim hits the ground, sealed his deadly room

Faint scream echoing, he moves like a ghost

Clothes stained red, the one he loves the most

Eyes empty, heart darker than the night

Begging for mercy, but he loves the fright

Whispers in the shadows, secrets they conceal

Killer's debut, this darkness is real

No remorse, no warning, just cold-blooded thrill

Karl Swanson's begun, the world stands still

Killer in the night, Karl Swanson’s the name

First murder, first step in his deadly game

Darkness consumes, silence breaks on the street

This nightmare's alive—fear, pain, defeat

Never saw it coming, traces left behind

His rage unleashed, unbound, unrefined

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Trail of terror, every step he takes

Beginning of a legend, no escape, no breaks

Night falls forever as his story unfolds

Killer in the shadows, cold and bold

First blood spilled, now the hunt begins

Karl Swanson's reign of death, never ends