The Shredder

From the underground
A secret clan he found
Murdering without sound
And not a trace around
Slashing for a cutRipping out the guts
Taking all he wants
Smile-less still he taunts

The shredder

Rising from the dark
A cult with treaded mark
The reavers of the night
Cutting out your lights
A flash of spectral blades
As your will encaves
Collapsing silently
His eyes the last you'll see

The shredder

"Have at you!"

Cornered by the best
He puts them to the test
One by one they fall
But still he's standing tall
At last he's overtaken
They use and seek to take him
But he's got a themite bomb
He tricked them all along