Lyrics: Lamb Of God. Omerta.
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man
is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of himself
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 honor.
Broken the paradigm and example must be set
Invoke the Siren's song and sign the death warrant.
This is what has been wrought for 30 pieces of 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 is 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 laughing finger will never point again.
Omerta
Omerta
Sing for me now.
(Thanks to ajklebs for correcting these lyrics)
is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of himself
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 honor.
Broken the paradigm and example must be set
Invoke the Siren's song and sign the death warrant.
This is what has been wrought for 30 pieces of 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 is 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 laughing finger will never point again.
Omerta
Omerta
Sing for me now.
(Thanks to ajklebs for correcting these lyrics)
Lamb Of God
Lamb Of God
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