[Verse 1] In the cold dawn light, shadows stretch long, Where the guilty and innocent both belong. A figure stands with steel in hand, In the name of justice, they take a stand. [Pre-Chorus] No remorse in those empty eyes, As the condemned plead their final lies. The blade is sharp, the sentence clear, In the executioner’s grip, there’s nothing to fear. [Chorus] Face of the executioner, cold and still, Delivering death with a calculated will. No conscience, no soul to save, Just the hand that sends them to the grave. [Solo] [Verse 2] The crowd gathers, hungry for blood, As the scaffold soaks in the crimson flood. No judgment passed, just the final stroke, As the executioner’s silence spoke. [Bridge] Behind the mask, there’s no man left, Just the ghost of duty, cold and bereft. The faces blur, the cries grow faint, In the executioner’s world, there’s no saint. [Chorus] Face of the executioner, cold and still, Delivering death with a calculated will. No conscience, no soul to save, Just the hand that sends them to the grave. [Solo] [Verse 3] In the end, when the day is done, The executioner’s shadow blocks the sun. No glory found, no fame to claim, Just the faceless man in the endless game. [Pre-Chorus] No remorse in those empty eyes, As the condemned plead their final lies. The blade is sharp, the sentence clear, In the executioner’s grip, there’s nothing to fear. [Outro] Face of the executioner, cold and still, Delivering death with a calculated will. No conscience, no soul to save, Just the hand that sends them to the grave.
