Through the crimson moon, chill as steel

The men fear that man, it’s more than you feel

You gotta fear but he wouldn’t even care

Rom is searching, all this you can’t bear

Behind the iron body

Lost his soul

He is not a human

Not anymore

Used to be human, now he doesn’t know who he is

Focusing on target, assuring with his sins

He’s kind of a prophet, prophet of the universe

Killing is his best, loving is his worse

Behind the iron body

Lost his soul

He is not a human

Not anymore