Lyrics: Наумчик Александр Сергеевич
Music: Наумчик Александр Сергеевич
Bringer of blackout
You’ve found the means to keep the torch
For the blinded crowd
Leading them just where you will
Trance
Losing any sense
There is no defense
The master
To hundreds of lives
Hiding the lies
With his silver tongue
Bringing world on its knees
With false prophecies
The unholy one
Hypnotizing voice
You speak, and everyone obeys
As they have no choice
Driven by the puppeteer
Trance
Losing any sense
There is no defense
The master
To hundreds of lives
Hiding the lies
With his silver tongue
Bringing world on its knees
With false prophecies
The unholy one
Will anyone take the veil off their eyes
Before it’s too late to break free
The master
To hundreds of lives
Hiding the lies
With his silver tongue
Bringing world on its knees
With false prophecies
The unholy one