Anger in Defeat - Bringers of the End Lyrics

Machines at your service
The future is near
A trembling rebellion
The slaves of despair

The cruelty of mankind
A vision to come
The bitter solution
Remade and undone

The primeval howling
The stench of the beast
They're seething and searching
On which flesh to feast

For all the decisions
In their spectral fate
Are toxic incisions
Of undying hate

Walk under the banner of spastic decay
Kill in the name of a vision so frail
March under the scepter of wrath and regret
Erasing every trace of the living and dead

Mechanic alliance - geared for the war
The fight that will fester from mountain to shore
A legion will raise the corruptions of old
And bring upon Gaia a torment untold

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen - of death
Batallion - of genocide
Bringers of the End!

The smoke it infests
What is left of the past
What's cold and what rests
In the shivering dust

A fear of extinction
A pulse of decay
The fathomed castration
With zero delay

The infernal fires
The chaos and war
One step from the dreamtides
Fulfilled by the gore

Indulge in the putrid
Cathartic pogrome
And place your last bid
On your withering home

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen - of death
Batallion of genocide
Bringers of the End!

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen - of death
Batallion - of genocide
Bringers of the [Bringers of the End!]
End!

Once the fire started - I climed the domains
Of what chaos made mankind - to call their remains
This world was burning long enough, but I feared the betrayal
That the blessing of my solitude was whispering so frail

(Bound to the silence!)

In the pyres smouldering, my longing for hope
The burnt stench of disfigurement, of iron and rope
Before my eyes the hemlock cup, from which we gladly quench
The neverending, perverse thirst for rape, death, and revenge

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen - of death
Batallion of genocide
Bringers of the End!

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen - of death
Batallion - of genocide
Bringers of the [Bringers of the End!]
End!