Eyes burn with the fires of Hell
A heart as cold as ice
His is the strength of twenty men
He is Man's demise
He lives in a world without Logos
Compassion? Ha!
When you hear his laugh
And you see his multitude of eyes upon you
It's over
You may run
But he'll track you as a hound does
You fear: his scent to follow
Embrace your destiny
All is over
Your life is his to take