Anthropoid Songtext / Lyric

Arrogance mounted on a poison steed

Hangman swings from a rope of conceit

Pale horse runs septic through his veins

For I am the end of all his days.

A dead finger pulls the trigger to decide the final hour.

We are the faces of the end.

We are the architects of ruin.

Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper

We are the apex predator.

A superior man, I will bleed the butcher dry

In the underground I live, I fight, I die,

I will rust the iron heart

I will crush the death head's march.

A dead finger pulls the trigger to decide the final hour.

We are the faces of the end.

We are the architects of ruin.

Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper

We are the apex predator.

Bleed the butcher dry

Under the cross we're bound to die

I'm ready

Because I am what you are too afraid to be.

We are the faces of the end.

We are the architects of ruin.

Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper

We are the apex predator.

Bleed the butcher dry

Under the cross we're bound to die

I'm ready

Because I am what you are too afraid to be.

We are the faces of the end.

We are the architects of ruin.

Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper

We are the apex predator.

I live

I fight

I die.