What kind of man is this?
Who sits idle as his angels die.
Who shuts his eyes and plugs his ears.
Who shrinks from the gaping abyss.
When the truth descends, his name is called.
He must fight his fear and resist.
The darkness spreads.
The demons grow.
What kind of man is this?
Stand tall and look in their eyes.
Watch them dance upon slithering lies.
Wield the truth.
Hear them hiss:
'There's no running from a man like this.'
