Alba s touto skladbou:
The Fourth Judgement,
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
Figures fly across a moonlit bay
Without a sound a figure slips away
Terror strikes a child inside my soul
Shadow Thief will soon play a role
Silent assassin clothed in black
Who will play the pawn in his next attack
Many men have lost their lives
at the hands of Shadow Thief
A master of an ancient skill handed down by priests
Trained in every weapon
known to man and known to beast
Shadow Thief becomes the night
The night becomes Shadow Thief
Silent assassin clothed in black,
I can see his next attack
A dozen men have all gathered round
One by one they hit the ground
Shadow Thief cannot be found
Many men have lost their lives
at the hands of Shadow Thief
A master of an ancient skill handed down by priests
Trained in every weapon
known to man and known to beast
Shadow Thief becomes the night
The night becomes Shadow Thief
Unit #12, we have a code #3 at Mayborne and Blythe
Suspect may be dangerous, we suggest extreme caution
Base, Unit #12 has spotted suspect
Seems to be climbing the wall like a fly
I've never seen anything like it
One moment, Base, suspect somehow vanished
The shadow figure is gone, gone, gone, gone
