Phantom Dogs.

Here they go the phantom dogs,
Racing on the street.
If they catch their prey,
Its all dead meat.

They run like fire,
They chase like hell.
Who may be their next,
No one can tell.

Like hungry spirits from hell,
On earth unleashed.
They devour their victim,
And have a brutal feast.

No good, No bad,
No wrong, No right.
Their only law is,
Might is right.

Upon the night,
Their terror unleashed.
In the bodies of their victims,
Their spirits get bleached.

In the dark, In any corner,
You would never know.
You may get mauled,
By this blasphemous foe.