O Homem
Zortin
The Man
Watching you from the darkness
He wants to meet you
To attack you, to humiliate you
To fuck you over
Watching you from the darkness
He wants to meet you
To attack you, to humiliate you
To fuck you over
The man!
Who is not afraid of death
The man!
Who is not afraid of the dark
The man!
Who is not afraid of death
The man!
Who is not afraid of the dark
Dreams about having sex
With death itself
To have a child
In his own image
Dreams about having sex
With death itself
To have a child
In his own image
The man!
Who is not afraid of death
The man!
Who is not afraid of the dark
The man!
Who is not afraid of death
The man!
Who is not afraid of the dark
I'm face to face with him
Empty stare, I'm sweating cold
In his hand, the gun that fires
Hate, resentment, emptiness
I'm face to face with him
Empty stare, I'm sweating cold
In his hand, the gun that fires
Hate, resentment, emptiness
The man!
Who is not afraid of death
The man!
Who is not afraid of the dark
The man!
Who is not afraid of death
The man!
Who is not afraid of the dark
