01x07 - Redemption

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True Talk start-up founder Denis Titov
has announced being pressurised by special forces.

Thought they've got themselves a snitch

Certain people called, need to dig under him.

This is a friend of mine.

Have you taken up this calling to do things like that?

get the hell out.

We've got a person gone missing

- Maybe you can declare a search now?
— Nah.

Forgotten me, have you?

don't remember?

Leave the lad be, witch.

I found a spot, where there's signal.

I'll tune in for a report at Radio Freedom.

I just love fishing.

And the best bait for a fish is a maggot.

And the very best of maggots
thrive in brains.

Rise! You have to forgive my sins here.

I bestow upon thee the cure.

It passed.

You'll help me get her into the car,
and then get to your people.

Bring them here, and then wait for me.

Marshes
[Redemption]

Jesus…

Oh, come on, it's all right.

Where were you?

I went out.

Denis, we were all worried sick here.

Been to the monastery…

all good.

Headache's gone.

It all passed.

Well, if that's true…

Complete relief, you know.

Well, I'm glad, if so.

I got some gas.

Are you going to the monastery?

Let me drive you?

And then we can even go home.

Dan, is that you?

Hello.

You came back…

sh*t, look at those threads.

What's that blood?

I had a nose bleed.

I told you, he'd be ok,

he's made of that

which does not drown nor burn.
Yeah, right, Denny?

Yeah.

Check it out, neat.

You guys heading to the monastery?

I'll come with.

Give me five minutes.

Well, ten minutes tops.

— Need to have a quick chat with someone.
— Max, please, yeah? Just don't start…

I've figured out this master of yours.

You guys won't believe
what is going on around here.

Figured out how?

Nothing at all Supernatural here, bunnies,
full on Criminal Minds.

Just got one more thing to clear up,
I'll be right back, wait.

Ari!

Wait, wait, wait!

Wait. Wait just one minute.

«The management of Porozhsky Chemical Combine
invited their employees from surrounding villages

Fields, Upper Wood, Marshes and
Glazanicha to a fishing trip

in order to quell doubts
regarding the quality of water

that is being dumped by the combine
into Onega river and its tributaries». Wait up.

«The haul has been rich: pikes, beams and crucians.
A broth was made using water from the river.».

There's the kettle of fish.

So what?

Isn't that the same G-wagon,

that drove around here earlier?

Oh look, there's your mom, by the way.

Stop playing dumb already.

This goblin here met us at the station.
In person. Savvy?

Looked like a random drunk.

Came on a shitty rattle trap,
and here, look at him, f*cking smart.

So what does this mean?

We've got ourselves a death race?

Means, either I manage to put
a spotlight on him, or he whacks me.

The only chance is to
throw this all in today's news.

I swear to you, I won't throw you to the wolves.

Just tell me what kind of crap
is going on around here?

I just can't quite put it all together myself.

Please, tell me.

I mean, you do know.

I can see you know.

Will you stay with me?

Yeah, I will, promise.

Cross my heart?

Maxim, can you explain this again, please,
I haven't quite understood.

The CEO of this local f*ck-hole of a combine here

Mister Alyabyev something... V. V.

How do you know this?

I've conducted investigation.

Hold up, investigation, you say... Curious.

So what is this then?

I mean... So we've got a plant manager here,

who drives around villages
chopping people's heads off, is that it?

— Very curious!
— Why would you think he's chopping anything off?

This is all f*cking bullshit! Bullshit, I say!

Bullshit, is it? Don't fall apart,
I've a question for you as well.

You knew where we were going, right?

You knew where you were taking us.

— Denis!
— Yeah?

No.

Get your phone out,
and repeat this with True Talk on.

Max, is this really necessary right now?

Recognize?

Well, you must have right away, yeah?

He does look a bit like the guy who met us.

Yeah! The guy who met us.
Alyabyev V.V. As a f*cking proletarian.

See how handsome he is here?

f*ck.

Come here.

— What?
— Come on, come on out.

— What is this? You want to fight?
— Come here, come. Come on!

All right, let's have at it.

What the f*ck do you want from me, huh?

How the f*ck do I know, huh? How would I know.

Why the f*ck do you keep asking me about that?

— Easy, easy…
— Alyabyev V. V... Some fishing trip.

It doesn't explain anything.

— Doesn't explain what?
— Nothing at all.

Well, then let's hear your explanation.
You ought to have one.

Pull out your sodding True Talk and swear
that you didn't know why you brought us here.

Fine.

f*ck y'all.

— Battery's going to die.
— Don't worry. We won't take long.

I swear I didn't know where I was taking you,

and I f*cking swear,
I didn't know what I'm getting you into.

There. Ya happy?

You know how to screw this thing,
don't you, cheater?

Look, I don't even care,
Denny, just tell the truth to yourself.

— The truth?
— Yes.

Truth... you tell me,

why did you come here?

Yeah, I'm a moron, a jerk for bringing you here.

But your a*s prevented us
from leaving while we had time.

All right, the truth.

I came here for you.

Wanted to figure out who you really are.

«Mos'ka» needed dirt on you,

I told them to f*ck off.

Wanted to make your profile
for Radio Freedom,

a model of a f*cking modern day hero.

f*cking protector of the common folk.

And you turned out to be a d*uche bag.

Denny not worth a penny.

And you don't give a sh*t about people. Yes.

But somehow I still pity you.

You pity me?

I pity you, sodding w*nk*r that you are.

You came here for nothing and you'll die in vain.

You think so?

And the feds never wanted anything.

Everyone is screwed.

The show is over.

And your sacrifice was in vain.

You could've kept your a*s warm

and keep fuelling the welfare of the regime.

Meaning?

I've sorted it already.

Sorted how?

How else. There is only one way things can be
sorted with the feds in our country.

Everything else is just for show, mate.

This trip of yours - special assignment,
for show.

Get it?

You were playing some kind of spy here…

I mean, look at you,

you're a stupid hillbilly.

«Freedom»…

You can stick that Freedom
right up your a*s, you got it?

Your b*tch a*s would do anything
just to put your f*cking mug on the TV.

Not "anything".
And not "as you please."

I don't want to be f*cked through the backdoor.

Listen, so you're of no interest
to me at all then.

The serial k*ller has much more value.

I've found a f*cking story here,

that will let me state my claim.

So?

Not propaganda and not some crap fed by cops.

A rare thing these days.

So thank you very much, Denny,
for taking me with you.

Look at your sh*t.

Battery died.

You know what, f*ck it...

Where're you going, mate?

Sony, wait up!

Hey, are you mad?
Nah, man, come back, come back.

Our Vitalik

he's always been that way.

Meant for more than this village of ours.

Always buried in his books.

Always wanted to leave.

Kept telling me and the old man:

I'll leave one day and take you along
to live in the city.

Mommy,

it's me - Vitalik.

You don't recognize me?

We're better off here.

Got the garden, self sufficient.

The combine pays us premium pension.

What's over there... we'll be a burden.

Mommy doesn't recognize me…

That wife of his…

One stern wench.

Raising the kids as if they were
in Nakhimov Academy.

Our Vitalik is no less

a strong character.

Always has his way.

Mommy,

why go over it all the time, I am here,
there's no need to go anywhere.

What are you talking about,
what the hell are you talking about?

What kind of sh*t you're talking about?

He waited and called and keeps calling.

It's us who won't go, and he waits.

And that c**t of his can shove her opinions.

What she likes, what she dislikes.

That minge crab louse.

Curse you all!

Curse her and curse all of you along with her!

Calm the f*ck down!

Watch your blood pressure.

I have Venny at least.

Apart from this,

- what else do I need?
- Remember father...

I remember him too.

I have him right in here.

Say Good Evening...

Say Good Evening...

Say Good Evening...

Sony dear, good evening!

Sony! Sonka!

I saw the priest.

Alive…

Are you serious right now?

Of course, hop in I'll give you a lift.

Another resurrection.

Miraculous place it turns out.

What, you didn't believe?

— Let me in, please.
— I did, I did believe. Sure, same story this…

— Let me go.
— Same story as with the parrot.

— What story?
— Mass psychosis.

The gran can't accept her old man's death.

The parrot's repeating his words,
and the gran sees the old man instead.

And channels these raving to us somehow.

— How can this even be happening?
— I kept thinking about it too.

No idea how can it be.
Some kind of a psychedelic.

When gran wasn't around,
we did see the parrot.

I think they're poisoning water
with some hallucinogens.

Maybe they even brew LSD out there?

Madam,

s'il vous plait!

Well then, Godspeed…

Wait for me, kittens.
Daddy's got work to do.

We're leaving here this evening.
Tomorrow morning latest.

What do you mean leaving?

— What about Katya, Ellia?
— Sony, Sonya!

Why didn't you leave with me back then?

— You know why.
— Sony, Sony…

Tell me, do you think,
in a parallel universe

we could've been together,
if not for all this?

Huh?

What are you looking at?

The keys? I've found them.

They were under the seat, Sony.

I know I'm a shitty person, but tell me...

Could I've become someone else with you?

— You couldn't.
— Sony, Sony!

I have a hook inside...

it's you.

It's you, Sonya.
You're the hook.

Right, come on.

Oh, come on, come on now…

— Boo!
— Stupid!

You're so stupid.

I swear to you, this story is simply unreal,
it's top of the cream.

Kushevka and the Docent can't hold a candle to it.
This is a complete clusterfuck.

Got any facture?

Yes, yes, I've got it.

— What kind?
— Nah, I'm not telling.

What's the story?

Plant manager organizes
a hunt of mere mortals.

Or maybe main shareholder, I'm not sure.

— Got any proof?
— Yes, everything checks out.

I got pictures, recorded witnesses on tape.

So what do you want?

I want a live stream!

On the main website
and that internet TV of yours.

What's the name…

It has to be Koltsov's case, got it?

Let us send our special correspondent.

Sure, darling, sure!

I have my f*cking neck on the line here,

and you're gonna send a special correspondent
to reap all the spoils?

Sod that. No, only my special report.

Also, translation to all
of your languages, got it, yeah?

— Ok, I got you.
— Cool, I'll hang!

What's that? Can't hear you, Koltsov.

I said I'll hang!

What's up, youths?

How's your life looking?

I came to collect evidence.

What evidence?

To take the vehicle you have stolen,

going to district centre.

The road's nice and dry.

The fuse got lit up your a*s.

Couldn't wait another day, huh?

The hell do you want from me?

I act upon orders.

I've been told to collect the car, I'm taking it.
Give me the keys.

Where's that reporter of yours?

I doubt he went over to pray?

What do you believe in, captain?

Me?

In cash.

Used to believe in people,

now - only cash.

I got you.

The hell have you got?

You got nothing on me.

Father Eli, this is a miracle!

Like Evangelion…

And I've doubted God's providence.

Such is our faith.

…what kind of faith is it,

that only holds on proof?

I only prayed for one thing, so she would
come back to me and not ran anymore.

I missed you so much…

You always protected me against father,
when we were kids.

Don't leave me, please…

I won't.
Fine, let it be this kind of miracle.

I've always feared to be left alone…

How would I be without you?

Cursed we are.

Cursed.

— Max, are you there?
— Yea-yeah. I'm here. Here I am. Yes.

Putin has a live Q&A,
main time slot is all on him,

you're coming right after…

Yeah, the website is a go, but they need
your media content, so upload it in.

Listen, Max, I went ba*ls to the wall for this.

This better not be some fart effort.

Three o'clock - is this afternoon slot?
f*cking hell, Iggy…

We're not about that.

Fine, do it. Nametag, my picture.
I'll send the stuff.

A special report, right?

Are your sources trustworthy?

Trustworthy as f*ck. Come on, dude...

I've filmed plenty also.
This is proper stuff!

Write down the live stream number.

Yes, yes, yes. Go on, darling, I'm ready.

— Six. One. Six.
— Six. One. Six.

— Twenty.
— Twenty.

— Thirty one.
— Thirty one.

Wait a sec...

VALENTIN PETROVICH Overlord
Koltsov! The order on Titov is revoked. You're forgiven.
Quit for a fine. Mos'ka awaits. Come crawlin...


To hell with you.

Oops!

Give me the phone.

Give me the phone, captain.

In due time.

Give it back. You've no right even during an arrest.

Fine, scribbler, peace.

Come,

fill our stomachs for the long road.

What road?

Well, you're going home, right?
To Moscow, as I understand.

— Yeah.
— Well then.

I brought all kinds of goodies.

A farewell party?

Yeah, something like that.

Dig in.

Maxy boy.

Let them go, you hear me?

This won't end well for you, holy father.

Sony, Sony, Sony, enough, enough.

Here's the thing:

if I don't get on the line with Moscow
in three hours, we're all done for here.

f*ck it.

You idiot, he's gonna end us.

Girls, play nice.

Drink some water.

You know, I've had plenty already.

Drink, I said.

Got anything stronger, captain?

Think it'll help?

I think it will.

I'm not greedy.

Now we're talking.

It's the water.

Definitely the water.

What?

They're poisoning water,
dumping something in it.

Drink a drop and hippity hop.

You're full of sh*t.

Yeah?

The captain always has his own bottle:

be it beer or vodka.

Full of sh*t.

And the hanged priest, look at him,
downing vodka, not bullshit that?

What ever can it be then?

Some kind of a miracle?

What if it is a miracle?

Aw, you…

Sweet little romantics,
my little mystics…

Miracle, miracle…

Who told you, any miracle is of God's work?

Those thirty years went by so fast.

And later - downhill.

Grey hair,

loneliness, feeble limbs

and dotage.

Cats or dogs.

Katya, what's with you?

So?

Found at last?

What?

The spot, I mean,

found it?

Or got a lead from somebody?

Found it, found it.

And already send something over
to colleagues in Moscow.

Such as?

Such as witness testimonies.

Such as about yourself included.

What?

Aiding and abetting criminal activity

of one Alyabyev V. V., homicide
of one or several people.

The cop is herding folk for him.

Cop sees it all.

He's like a ranger for him.

Yes. And many more curiosities in there.

All shipped out to Moscow, with names.

Are you drunk already?

But they have instructions:
to wait for me.

If I don't go live, it all goes online.

With your name.

I've no clue what you're going on about.

You take us to the station right now.

And only after we get on a train,
you, captain, can relax your buns.

And don't get mentioned on federal
TV channels regarding the case of Alyabyev V. V.

Are you f*cking, barmy?

What are you doing?

Why did you do that?

Alyabyev V. V.

And who were you expecting to see?

A horned demon?

Max.

Koltsov.

You can call me simply - the master.

That's my scarf.

I'm gonna call you the same,

as the whole country will soon be calling you.

The whole country will not call me anything,

storyteller.

Here, meet my son,

Ivan Vitalyevich.

He'll be your master,
if and when I am no more.

Here we go again.

He's not keen on the subject.

I said "if" and "when".

Let's drink

to Ivan Vitalyevich.

To him who shall come
after me.

And will be cooler.

Do not dare to desecrate temple of God.

Do not dare let in the enemy of Man.

You know what, holy father…

I am fed up with your whining.

Stand up!

Had this coming, holy father.

You think I fear death?

I've died plenty. I've begged for it.

As of salvation.

You haven't died yet.

You were practicing.

Run to the church, run!

— Kat, let's haul a*s!
— Come now…

Don't be afraid, Sashen'ka.
You won't abandon me will you?

Sashen'ka... you won't?

I'm not leaving your side.

Let me go, you wh*re!

You won't abandon me?

— Give me the phone.
— Why?

Give me your phone!

Who the hell's that?

My sister - Lisa.

Where'd she come from?

From beyond.

Lisa!

Lisa!

Quick, quick.

Bye, Sony, I'll stay a while.

What was that?

I ordered you to close the gate.

Forgotten who owns you?

How can it be, I was cured.

I give, I take back.

Forgive me.

Forgive…

You'll have to work for it.

Get up.

Sit.

— Not here, behind the wheel.
— Oh, got it.

Here, see if it gets any signal at all.

You're so stubborn…

I won't simply drop this case.

Freedom's waiting for me there.

— What's waiting for you?
— Freedom. Radio station.

Live stream. There was a spot with reception.

And now... sh*t, f*ck,
you're not looking even!

— I'm looking, I'm looking.
— Look, I'm telling you.

What is it?

— Got a network?
— Welcome to Megafon.

Give it here!

Aw, nice!

— sh*t, sh*t, sh*t…
— f*ck!

Twenty, thirty one.

— sh*t, be careful! Please!
— Screw that. As long as we connect on time.

f*ck! No signal again.

What the actual though?

What the hell is this?

Come on.

— Enough, enough, enough, enough…
— Easy, easy, easy, easy

Easy, easy…

— Enough!
— Wait!

Hello! Hello, Sobolev?

Yeah, I'm ready, ready.

How long?

Ok, good. Listen.
Arkhangelsk district,

village of Marshes.

Porog, Porozhsky chem. combine.

My, this is beautiful.

So?

Radio Freedom?

Live podcast?

Yes, you c**t, yes. Already on the line.

Yeah.

And I know all about you, Alyabyev…

Yes, about your job, about the combine.

I know you're poisoning water
around here with hallucinogens.

Yeah?

And I know you're go on
human safari here, I know it all.

Just who do you think you are here?

Satan?

You sad ghoul.

And you know which organisation
gave me this post too?

You won't do f*ck all to us.

Oh, I will.

I'll make you an offer.

You've earned it.

f*ck off.

Yes, I'm here, I'm online.

Whoop, come on here.

Investigation conducted over short period of time.

Well done!

I am impressed.

You're what now? Impressed?

You're gonna impress the whole country
pretty soon now, ghoul.

Just you wait. As for your combine,
It'll be shut down, mister. And you along with it.

Just you wait, just wait,
hold up a sec, have patience.

That isn't my combine, kitten,
it's owned by the government.

Manufacturing rocket fuel.

Why shut it down?

We still have spaceflights to make,

Americans to threaten.

No one's going to shut it down.
They won't believe you.

You're lying, b*stard, you're full of it.

The combine has strategic value.

It's not even on the map.

There's a forestry management instead.
And there is no Alyabyev also.

Just as there'll be no you.
And Radio Freedom is our enemy, right?

You'll die in vain.

Listen, dude, the whole district
chugs this sh*t that you dump around here.

The entire district is delirious,
and you got a hard on... this is fun to you!

I don't know,

I kind of like it.

Yeah, sure…

Please, forgive me…

Listen to me, our concern

wanted to buy up some media front in the capital.

And you know what they got first?

Your "Mos'ka".

Will you stop f*cking lying already?

I'm not f*cking lying.

Remember how you were
boasting to me about it?

Well, the guys have already signed papers.

Chief editor Valentin Petrovich Pavlov
filed a resignation.

Now we need a chief editor.

Prove it.

The offer is this:

One minute till air, Koltsov.

sh*t, well go on, prove it. Can you prove it then?

You'll be chief editor, Pavlov will be your second.

Or if you like, he could just wipe your a*s.

Igor!

Iggy, could you…

…look something up for me real quick…

Has anyone bought my "Mos'ka"? The website.

Look it up, please.

"Roschem" corporate group.

— In the news?..
— Yeah.

— RBK?
— Why?

Hold up, one second.

— What's the haul?
— Three hundred K for starters.

The f*ck he gets three hundred for?

I'm splitting my a*s here, wiping off blood.
For merely 150.

Slow down, captain.

What kind of expenses you have?

The man lives in the capital.

— What kind of expenses?
— Yes.

My son's med bills!

Would you stop lying?

What a liar.

You think I don't know,
that your son died a year ago?

Koltsov?

He k*lled people, Max.

The f*ck are you even doing at all?

You'll f*cking bend over to anyone yourself.

f*cking hero, stitchy Don Quixote.

You're such a twat.
Just sit quietly over there!

It still needs to be proven, if he k*lled them.

I mean, who's to say…
that it wasn't a hallucination too.

Of course.

Will you let these go?

These here?

Nah.

The girl will take my confessions.

And the boy…

Well, the boy I…

Well, he'll just go bonkers without me.

I would let them go.

But they won't swim themselves.

They like stale waters.

Well in this case, I'm sorry.

Get on a hook.

On the tiny hook!

Oh, you sillies!

Can't make a step without a master.

Koltsov, you're up.

Wait now. Repeat after me.

This is Maxim Koltsov,

chief editor of moska.ru website

and a special correspondent for Radio Freedom.

Good afternoon. This is Maxim Koltsov,

chief editor of moska.ru website
and a special correspondent for Radio Freedom.

We're coming to you live
from Arkhangelsk district.

We're coming to you live
from Arkhangelsk district.

There is no better district in the world,

and no enterprise compares,

to Porozhsky forest management.

And there is no manager wiser,

than Alyabyev Vitaliy Venyaminovich.

There is no better district in the world,

and no enterprise compares to...

Porozhsky forest management.

And in the whole wide world

there's no wiser manager,
than Vitaliy Venyaminovich Alyabyev.

Koltsov, what the hell are you on about?

I, Maxim Koltsov,

am proud and happy to serve him.

And I, Maxim Koltsov,

am proud and happy to serve him.

Ah, also!

Fire and blaze be upon

foul and propagandistic

television,

that has nothing but lies in it.

— Maybe I shouldn't?
— No, you must.

You must. This is most important.

Fire and blaze be upon

foul and propagandistic
state controlled television,

that has nothing but lies in it.

The end.

The end.

Give the phone back to her.

Come, step aside.

Let's kiss.

Good boy. Good boy.

Come here.

This is…

Some setup. Journalism is
off limits to me now

How is it a setup?

A deal is a deal.

And f*ck this journalism crap.

It feeds poorly, work is stressful.

You'll be scrawny

and all crooked from lies.

You know, I wanted to
give you a present of sorts.

I give you this Gelandewagen here.

You can drive around with Arishka in it.

And… Give me the keys.

Take it.

— Congratulations.
— Thanks.

— Nine hundred... sixteen…
— Who're you gonna call?

Mother.

Just can't remember the number.

Forgotten mom's number, get this.

So uh... you're actually…

haven't k*lled anyone for real…

people, I mean?

For real?

I k*lled. Had to.

Why?

Because it's fascinating.

And all of this here is fascinating.

Otherwise, life is mighty boring.

You see?

When you have everything
and you're allowed anything,

then you basically stop wanting things.

It's a calamity.

It's no way to live.

— ...Yeah
— f*cking hell!

Hello?

Hello? Hello, Denny boy, hi there.

Hello, mom.

How did you get this number?

It doesn't matter. How are you feeling?

I'm just fine actually.

You know, this actually worked, for real.

The monastery…

Denis, did you have to do something for it?

No, I didn't have to.

I... I think I'm gonna stay here a while.

It feels good here.

I've always been so proud of you, Denis.

You know, I've been thinking,
you're probably right.

It's better to keep your dignity... your humanity…

What? What are you talking about?

Don't beg, don't be leashed and collared.

Just how you said.

Forgive me, Denny... I'm your mom,
I was weak, but you were right.

We must think of salvation, sure...
but not at all costs.

Mom, are you crazy there?
What the hell is this nonsense?

Hello!

Mother!

Hello!

We should've all died back then.

All right, let's go.

Where's my chauffer?

Over there.

Hey, no slacking!

You had your chat, come on back now.

Well then, your new life starts now.

Let's roll to Marshes.

b*stards! Mutherfuckers!

- The la-st sun is setting. The last sun is setting
- Roll down the window!

f*ck me sideways.

Looks like Sofia's prayers paid off after all.

Why didn't you go in after your guy?

I'm f*cked up enough.

Well, he's your boss after all.

They'll assign a new one.

Where do you go now?

Do I have any choice?

To Marshes. Where else…

All the roads lead there anyway.

There, just as I promised.

The master of yours is defeated.

And I'm staying with you.

What about Moscow?

f*ck it thrice over.

Well, Mishka, let me tell you a story.

There once lived a wench,

ugly, envious and wicked.

Worked at a combine,

where on one occasion, foreman being drunk
shagged her in the staff room.

Nice one.

And so her daughter was born, Arinka.

Beautiful as nothing else alive,

got looks from her dad.

The wench however, envied her daughter
so much, that she had one desire only

to switch places with her.

And a miracle happened.

One mishap though:

the daughter,

once she's seen herself
in the new body, was terrified

and lost her mind.

Gramps!

Got any water at all?

Throat's dried up.

Just can't bear this anymore...

no other f*cking way...

to live on around here.

Thank you, father.

Mishka!

Son.

Hi, dad.

Let's go,

I'll give you a ride…

MARSHES

I do not stray from the path
So it seems

And it really isn't that long
So it seems

It's the path that is taking me home
So it seems

And it is the only one here
So it seems

There is solid ground under foot
So it seems

where death is buried for good
So it seems

Murky river bed under my feet
So it seems

where all is forgotten that which I've been
So it seems

I don't sink, I'm exploring the bottom
Uh-huh

The waters will surely cleanse
yeah-yeah

and my senses will lead through the dark
you fool

as a g*n through enemy lines
ka-boom

my friends will cover my back
don't lie

I will stand for them if I must
you'll run

I am not blind, I am brave
a knave

I am a man not a beast
let's see

So it seems

As you sink I will rescue you
Feel

I will feed you a special lure
the Smell

My hook will become your tooth
of Blood

And you'll be at home in my woods
Cur

Are you fisher or are you a bait
Decide

Are you living or are you dead
Breath

Are you Serpent or are you Man
Cain

It seems like you are now mine.
the Master