Mute. - Maneater lyrics

Little foresight could there be
For those who dared to take so dark a road
Yet all was done in over-haste
A black rage seized them
And those who listened to him awoke from despair
And put away the imaginations of darkness
For in storm he delights, and laughs amid the roaring of the waves
All that they do redounds at the end only to the glory of my work

And those who listened to him awoke from despair

Little foresight could there be
For those who dared to take so dark a road
Yet all was done in over-haste
A black rage seized them
And those who listened to him awoke from despair [2x]

And at last came the strange silent, dark one to whom the fellahs bowed