Статьи - Тексты песен - Lamb Of God - Ashes Of The Wake
Ashes Of The Wake (2004) 1. Laid To Rest If there was a single day I could live... a single breath I could take I'd trade all the others away. The blood's on the wall, so you'd might as well just admit it And bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it. You're better off empty and blank, than left with a single pathetic trace of this Smother another failure, lay this to rest. Console yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself. I'll chain you to the truth, for the truth shall set you free I'll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty I'll make all your dreams come to life, then slay them as quickly as they came Smother another failure, lay this to rest. Console yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck. Failure. If there was a day I could l ive, if there was a single breath I could take I'd trade all the others away. 2. Hourglass Privileged, a chosen few Blessed with our time in hell Witness a divine vision, the day we all fell still. Rapture of the dying age, a shattered hourglass Wrath of the warring gods and so this too shall pass. It's only getting worse, not worth a moment's regret Each dawn another curse, every breath a twisting blade What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake? An ill wind blows this way, the edge of the envelope burns Forbearance and my vengeance, payment for you intent Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace. God forbid you read the signs, watch for meanings between the lines Gehenna has now arrived, no hindsight for the blind. Your trust ahs been misplaced, believed the lies told to your face Became another casualty and now it's too late. You finall made it home, draped in the flag that you fell for. And so it goes The a shes of the wake. It's only getting worse... 3. Now You've Got Something To Die For Now you've got something to die for. Infidel, Imperial Lust for blood, a blind crusade Apocalyptic, we count the days. Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine Army of the liberation, gunpoint indoctination The fires of sedition Fulfill the prophecy. Now you've got something to die for. Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy Apocalyptic, we count the days. We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our own grave And drug the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave Burn. Now you've got something to die for. 4. The Faded Line Witness shame's parade, the pain of blame repaid It's fucking hopeless Accusations and denial. Hopeless... demon of another day Colorless... stoned, solid grey Emptiness... of promises I made So faithless... the tenants long betrayed. Walk the faded line, cursed crawl of time Silence, the only promise ever kept. Familiar touch, a ritual to numb the cut Salvation in vic Anguish is realizing what could have been, but never was It's emptiness that fills the cup Devotion in the method of my fall. Pointless... futility continuing Endless... flowing corrupted vein. Walk the faded line, cursed crawl of time Silence, the only promise ever kept. Hopeless. 5. Omerta Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of themself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, 'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.' Such is the rule of honour. Broken the paradigm an example must be set Invoke the Siren's song and sign the death warrant. This what has been wrought for 30 pieces if silver The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer. I am the result what's better left unspoken Violence begins to mend what was broken You've been talking, I've been all ears. Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day Words can be broken, so can bones Execute the mandate Mouth full of dirt. Your name removed from the registry St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate. I am the result what's better left unspoken Violence begins to mend what was broken You've been talking, I've been all ears Omerta. Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat Six feet under with no marker Keep my name from your mouth forever. Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales Your laug hing finger will never point again. Omerta. Sing for me now. 6. Blood Of The Scribe All of this comes crashing down. Cornerstone's gone Sleepless. Hopeless. No end in sight. Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe. Rest comes easy to the guiltless The vampire laments as he prays for the sun. Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade. Cut to the bone, rob the grave Unearth the stone, lay to waste Defile the tome, rip the page Strip mine the vein, lay to waste. Frayed at the edge, flat lined. The anvil cracks. The hammer relentlessly comes down. A new pariah is born. Chastisement lays you down to sleep, tucks you in with bloody kisses Gifts of nightmares bitter sweet. Type A negative shuts me down. Catch phrase will be the death of me. This is, not what you came to see? What, are you not entertained? Climb the walls 'til nails bleed. Rip the hair, tear the seams, break the glass. Head in hands, bell tolls endlessly No end in sight. 7. One Gun The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope The unknowing tyrant walks to the rope. It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made A one-gun salute for the new independence day. They'll hallow your name They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice. The sins of deliverance. "So let the wicked perish in the presence of God." The sins of the father atoned by the son Confessions of commitments broken A nail driven for every one (of them). It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made A one-gun salute for the new independence day. They'll hallow your name They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice. You are the cause, I am the effect Created in hatred, a nooose for your neck. The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope The unknowing tyrant walks through the rope. They'll hallow your name. 8. Break You Endless mornings cut by the dawn razor Whipping the nightmares to a froth Endless questions with no answers No replacement for what's been lost. Lost. Everything suffocates in the dust of the past fortunes squandered The empire of lies to whom you pandered Suffer a self-imposed exile, taste the bitter fruits of denial In the presence of greatness the humble can only bow. Frost on the breath of life Empty of warmth or light Full of nothing but depravation Eternal winter. Tell me a lie with the best of intentions Mute in the age of mass communication Dark days lead to darker nights Frozen, out of time. Id dies for blessed ego, the once mighty laid low. Frost on the breath of life Empty of warmth or light Full of nothing but deprivation You taught hate, I'll teach you fear Open the eyes, kill despair You cannot squeeze the life from me Son of a bitch, I'm going to rape you. Son of a bitch, I'm going to break you. 9. What I've Become Blank stares from broken men So withered fro mthe poisons they can't remember when There were once honest reasons. It's all a lie, it died 100,000 miles ago. Pretending I'm still here. Justify what I've become, sanctify what I've become. Amazing disgrace... (how) sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. Better lost if this is found, best blinded never to see. The race to save face, nothing now is what we meant it to be. Pretending I'm still here. It's a system now, intertwined. Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece. Betrayal. Suffered consequence It's been so long any piece of this made any kind of sense. You anoint the king, I'll burn everything down to ashes. You giveth, I taketh away. It's a system now, intertwined. Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece. Betrayal. 10. Ashes Of The Wake "We killed a lot of innocent civilians in Baghdad. To us every civilian was a terrorist in Baghdad. That makes everybody free game, but if they came in our paremeter, we lit'em up. When we would search the corpse, we would find nothing. This took place time and time again, but that's okay, don't worry about it, because this is a new type of war, this is an eradication." "Personally I believe we're commiting genocide over here, I don't believe in killing civilians, and I'm not going to kill civilians for the United States Marine Corp." [Quoted as a Marine in Song] 11. Remorse Is For The Dead The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well. Constructed a monument to denial and excess Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress. If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity Shadows fall through broken panes Careless words that are filled with hate Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work. All the tongues here are forked. We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectance. A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher. Light the match, start the fire. Level this place until nothing is left and take us with it. Surroundings are irate. Crack of dawn brings naught but pain. Resentment steadily grows. Laughing in the gallows. Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel. We are the lucky ones, welcome home. Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule. Dying beyond the pale. Your beatings will continue until my morale improves. I don't hate you, I'm just romving an enemy. Remorse is for the dead, my enemy. Remorse is for the dead. 12. Another Nail For Your Coffin [Japanese Bonus Track] At a loss for something different to say, I've said everything, we've said it all before. An extra nail for your coffin. I'm going to ride that horse we've beaten to death, And deliver its stinking carcass to your doorstep. A gift from all the dead children, That are the progeny of your ballistic union. Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul, No news is good news, but I've got some news for you. Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one. An extra nail for your coffin. Certain blood has been shed for uncertain reasons. You will never quiet this storm, A cold wind to chill your bones. I bring the hammer down. Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul, No news is good news, but I've got some news for you. Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one.
Автор: Gringo LocoРазместил: Gringo Loco Дата: 15:21 24.05.2006г.
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