Lyrics Anubis Gate

Anubis Gate

The New Delhi Assassination

Moving in the streets of south New Delhi

On my way to sell what's left of my soul

In order to protect their underbelly

No exposure, some heads will roll

You're not immortal

The game won't protect you

A final proposal

What else can I do?

Moving up the stories to the highest rooftop

Looking for a spot as the dusk hits the sky

Fumbling with a weapon and I feel my sweat drop

Making preparations for someone to die

Out in the open

With eyes on the market

Knowledge still unspoken

I'm bringing down the target

Hold your breath, behold

Hold your breath, behold

Take your aim, be cold

Take your aim, be cold