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