What kind of a man is a man

who lives in the kingdom of tyrants

What kind of a man is a man

who calls you with the voice of sirens

That man hates everything

in you and your existence

That man hates everything

from you and gives you nothingness



Still you keep crawling before his eyes

Still you refuse to,

refuse to reach into the light

and the pattern keeps repeating itself



What kind of a man is a man

who can blame someone else for his sins

What kind of a man is a man

whose image becomes clear

when darkness descends

That man does not have a name,

some call him Master

That man does not give you choice

Still you feel some kind of attraction



Still you keep crawling before his eyes

Still you refuse to,

refuse to reach into the light

and the pattern keeps repeating itself



God of reptiles!

God of reptiles!

Beware!

God of reptiles!

God of reptiles!



You will betray yourself, you will

You will hate yourself, you will

You will lose yourself, you will

You will see your finger on the trigger



You will see, you will feel

That your world is in flames

And everything you've got is emptiness

You will see, you will feel

That this is not a game

And your god is merciless



Still you keep crawling before his eyes

Still you refuse to,

refuse to reach into the light

and the pattern keeps repeating itself



God of reptiles!

God of reptiles!

Beware!