| Song | Behold the Face of Death |
| Artist | Arkangel |
| Album | Dead Man Walking |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Arkangel | |
| I deep my fingers into a pool of blood. | |
| When slain bodies rot in the wake of progress, | |
| to write upon the forehead of the wicked race. | |
| Behold the face of death, | |
| behold the face of man, | |
| behold the face of death, | |
| killing with a smile. | |
| Behold the face of death, | |
| behold the face of man, | |
| behold the face of death, | |
| slayer of it all. | |
| Trapped in the game of the enemy, | |
| I see the devil in his eyes, | |
| dealer of the apocalypse. | |
| Selling the end, | |
| sealing our fate. | |
| Redeeming back what you remember, | |
| redeeming back what you remember. | |
| Redemption through final extinction. | |
| Our skin will burn as we have burned in the fire of atonement |
| zuo qu : Arkangel | |
| I deep my fingers into a pool of blood. | |
| When slain bodies rot in the wake of progress, | |
| to write upon the forehead of the wicked race. | |
| Behold the face of death, | |
| behold the face of man, | |
| behold the face of death, | |
| killing with a smile. | |
| Behold the face of death, | |
| behold the face of man, | |
| behold the face of death, | |
| slayer of it all. | |
| Trapped in the game of the enemy, | |
| I see the devil in his eyes, | |
| dealer of the apocalypse. | |
| Selling the end, | |
| sealing our fate. | |
| Redeeming back what you remember, | |
| redeeming back what you remember. | |
| Redemption through final extinction. | |
| Our skin will burn as we have burned in the fire of atonement |
| zuò qǔ : Arkangel | |
| I deep my fingers into a pool of blood. | |
| When slain bodies rot in the wake of progress, | |
| to write upon the forehead of the wicked race. | |
| Behold the face of death, | |
| behold the face of man, | |
| behold the face of death, | |
| killing with a smile. | |
| Behold the face of death, | |
| behold the face of man, | |
| behold the face of death, | |
| slayer of it all. | |
| Trapped in the game of the enemy, | |
| I see the devil in his eyes, | |
| dealer of the apocalypse. | |
| Selling the end, | |
| sealing our fate. | |
| Redeeming back what you remember, | |
| redeeming back what you remember. | |
| Redemption through final extinction. | |
| Our skin will burn as we have burned in the fire of atonement |