There will be greed
There will be vengeance
And you will bleed, yes, you will bleed
In four dimensions
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
Lord of five hundred spears
Drags you out of your bed
Master of all fears, master of all tears
Aiming at your head
You’re swallowed by fear
You’re out of breath
Because you drown in liquid lead
And false pretension
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
There will be greed
There will be vengeance
And you will bleed, yes, you will bleed
In four dimensions
It cuts, it cuts the mind
What you gonna do?
What you gonna, gonna do?