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Herculean tasks at hand

A suicide mission for any mortal man

You must overcome this violent masterplan

They’re calling out for blood

The commissioner think that he’s a god

The voice inside your head begins to prod

The barbwire rips your flesh

A match of life and death

Four faces of fear

Into the eyes of death you stare

Four faces of fear

One by one they all appear

Four faces of fear

Wearing the crimson mask

Becoming violence, becoming your own task

You must strike with power, and you must do it fast

There’s no room for morality

Trapped inside a mad man’s fantasy

You must persevere, sweat and bleed

The barbwire rips your flesh

A match of life and death

Four faces of fear

Into the eyes of death you stare

Four faces of fear