Mask of War

Ghost.

You hear the mask before you see the man.

Step quiet… strike louder.

I walk through fire like the flames owe me respect,

Every scar on my soul is a mission they forget.

The mask isn’t costume—it’s the grave I survived,

A reminder I’m the killer who never truly died.

You want war? I carry that in my veins,

Every target I erase cuts loose the chains.

I’m the shadow that hunts, the silence that screams,

The nightmare patrol walking through your dreams.

Ghost—no face, no fear, no mercy,

I don’t chase death… death follows me.

Footsteps vanish, gunshots speak,

If I’m on your trail, you won’t last the week.

I saw brothers bleed out, vanish in smoke,

Learned early that hope is a soldier’s joke.

I trust no one—only instinct and steel,

Only the moment where I’m forced to kill.

Enemies pray, but prayers don’t work here,

I move like a phantom whispering death in your ear.

You see the skull mask and think it’s a sign?

Yeah—it’s a sign that your lifeline’s out of time.

Ghost—no face, no fear, no mercy,

I don’t chase death… death follows me.

Footsteps vanish, gunshots speak,

If I’m on your trail, you won’t last the week.

I break doors open like the night wants revenge,

Leave the room dripping with a quiet kind of vengeance.

I don’t hesitate—hesitation gets you killed,

Every second wasted is another grave filled.

War taught me things I can’t unsee,

Turned a man into a myth, into something not free.

But if the world wants violence, I give it raw,

I am Ghost—

The last thing you see before the floor.

Mask down.

Gun loaded.

Ghost steps in—

Story’s over.