Incarnated beast

A beast kills instinctive to win the fight of life
A beast kills beasts, only to survive

The men kill greedy, in fanatic faith
The men kill men, with morbid shining eyes

The man is old, two million years
But he could survive
Used his bestial instincts
Invented the lie

Slowly grows my certainty
An incarnated beast to be
A bestial instinct sleeps in me
To awake in lunacy

We can't deny our true breed
When we are killing more than we need

We changed our appearance
That's the only difference
The inside is the same
There burns the bestial flame

Blessed with intellect and brain
We found for that a name
And called it incarnation
But we are mutations

We can't deny our true breed
When us invades the passionate greed

Incarnation, incarnation of the beast
Incarnation, incarnation of the beast