Anthropoid Songtext

von Lamb of God

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.