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Lamb Of God
Lamb Of God


Информация
Откуда Richmond, Virginia, United States
Жанры Groove Metal
Thrash Metal
Death Metal
Metalcore
Годы 1990—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Roadrunner Records
Prosthetic Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Chris Adler
Randy Blythe
Mark Morton
Willie Adler
John Campbell
Бывшие участники
Abe Spear



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Sacrament (22.08.2006)
22.08.2006
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Pray for blood,
Pray for the cleansing,
Pray for the flood,
Pray for the end of this wide awake nightmare.
This lie of a life came as quickly as it can dissolve.
We seek only reprieve and welcome the darkness.
The myth of a meaning so lost and forgotten.

Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell.

Pray for solace,
Pray for resolve.
Pray for a savior,
Pray for deliverance, some kind of purpose.
A glimpse of a light in this void of existence.
Now witness the end of an age.
Hope dies in hands of believers
who seek the truth in the liar's eyes.

Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell.
You're never alone

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Store-bought attitude and spit,
a sugar-coated piece of shit.
An instant rebel, just add greed.
Another useless commodity.
Broken glass and a broken jaw,
lies are told in a southen drawl.
Poor-house poverty's your schtick,
The real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.

Blood and fire used to fill the night,
burnt and drowned by our very lives.
You missed a sinking boat by years,
dollar signs, crocodile tears.
It's over now and long has been,
those days are gone won't come again.
Another name crossed off the list.
The real thing would kill you quick.
Rise, again we will rise.

There's nothing for you to fight against,
you're so unreal it's evident.
You'll never be one of our kind,
this ain't yours, fuck you don't try.

This bridge was burnt before you could cross,
you reap the benefits of what's lost.
Go home son, hang your costume up,
a goddamn insult to the rest of us.
A thousand-yard stare across the south,
a full belly and a lying mouth.
Momma's boy plays heretic.
The real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.

There's nothing for you to fight against,
you're so unreal it's evident.
You'll never be one of our kind,
this ain't yours, fuck you don't try.

Fuck you, don't even try.
Fuck you, your time is nigh.
Fuck you, I've had enough.
Fuck you, your time is up

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So goddamn easy to write this,
you make it spill on the page.
So drunk on your self, self-righteous.
The laughing stock of your own fucking stage.

But I ain't one to call names
or throw stones in a house of glass.
You try me.

This is a motherfucking invitation.
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.

Just one time you got a reason,
heard you had nothing to lose.
A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation.
It must be easy to lose.

But I ain't one to call names
or throw stones in a house of glass.
You try me.

This is a motherfucking invitation.
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.

You can tell the same lie a thousand times,
but it never gets any more true.
So close your eyes once more and once more believe that they all still believe in you.

This is a motherfucking invitation.
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.

Just one time

. . .


Somewhere between an excuse and a lie,
You found something that you belive.
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why,
Three cheers for what we used to be.

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mine field,
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.

Somewhere between delusion and denial,
You'll drown in your own sympathy.
Profound, at least you thought so at the time,
A ghost of who you used to be.

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mine field,
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised

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Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine.
The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time.
Take all that you can give, and I will make it mine.
No care for what you've spent, even fool's gold has its shine.

Never held down, never restrained.
Virtue's foot to the throat,
free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.

And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self.
We hold these lies to be self-evident,
As the dividends will reflect.
And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self.
The coffers have long run dry,

Never held down, never restrained.
Virtue's foot to the throat,
free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.

Like a bull in a china shop,
But the shelves have all been cleared.
A thief in an empty vault,
The sheep already sheared.
A screen door on a submarine,
An eagle with a broken wing,
Hope in a dead man's dream,
The sound of a bell
that will never ring.

You're just wasting time

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The river I'm bound to be found in,
A rope chosen bound for the hang.
When I'm blind and I think I see everything,
Convincing myself again.

This god that i worship (a faded reflection).
This demon I blame (a flickering flame).
Conspire as one, exactly the same.
It's exactly the same

Descending.
To never recover the pieces
to all that we've lost.
Recover the pieces lost.
The pieces to all we've lost.

I shudder to think of the consequece,
It's blasphemy simple and true.
The tragic protagonist torments,
Convincing myself again.

This god that I worship (a faded reflection).
This demon I blame (a flickering flame).
Conspire as one, exactly the same.
It's exactly the same.

Descending.
To never recover the pieces
to all that we've lost.
Recover the pieces lost.
The pieces to all we've lost

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Seize the darkened day, there's only hell to pay.
And no one left to see this prodigal return.
Sweet apathy's black toll,
you'll mourn the traded soul.
I'll dig a deeper hole, sanctity a breath away.
Just a breath away.

Blacken the cursed sun,
You're not the only one,
To have sunk so far and low,
There is no tomorrow.

A tragedy on display,
a sickness for all to see,
I will kill this part of myself that I hate
and that I see in you.
It was always mine anyway,
there's some things you can't take away.
I choose not to feel a thing,
sanctity a breath away.
Just a breath away.

Blacken the cursed sun,
You're not the only one,
To have sunk so far and low,
There is no tomorrow.
Blacken the cursed sun,
Blacken what's yet to be done.
Blacken because now you know,
There is no tomorrow.

You're just a breath away.

Better to die quick fighting on your feet,
Than to live forever begging on your knees.

Can we still be saved?
Does your god hold a place for us?
Is there time to repent?
Will we rise from the dead?
Can these sins even be forgiven?
Is there still hope for us?
Were we ever even alive?
Is any of this even real?

Hell no

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This is a mean and cold town,
I hate this fucking place.
Watch the rats as they all drown,
Dying slowly day by day.
Decrepit and falling down,
Cesspool of human waste.
Swallow profits in deep,
Now in death you'll finally know the taste.

There are no souls left here to save.
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced.

You fucking hypocrite,
But hooks in lips they do not lie.
Compassion served not on your plate,
How many of them have you watched die?

I can't sing you a happy song,
I can't write you a sing-a-long.
The only catchy hook I've got,
Is the one in my bleeding gut.

Burn it down.

There are no souls left here to save.
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced.

Dead stares, dead eyes,
choked hopes and vacant minds,
Blank words, blank lives,
the end result of endless lies.

There's no angels here,
To get lost in the first place
Jackhammer a fault line,
Pray for earthquakes.
Mulhollands's on fire,
And my cig started it.
'92 should have burnt this fucker down,
We're here to finish it.

I'm not impressed by much here,
Much less what you have to say.
Don't give a fuck who you know,
I just want to leave this hellhole.

Know that you mean nothing to me,
Nor the lies that seep from your teeth.
Won't piss on you if you're on fire,
One more self-important liar.

Burn it down

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Down, chemical sacrament,
Blasphemous prayer.
Deliver me from this
so serene apocalypse.

Just make me fucking numb,
Deaf, blind and fucking dumb.
Return to sacred sleep.

This could be my requiem,
And I'll feel no pain.
This could be my requiem,
But don't bury me too deep.

Drain infected brine,
Sickened cesspool shell of mine.
Strap up the hands of time,
And push the soul into the vein.

Just make me fucking numb,
Deaf, blind and fucking dumb.
Return to sacred sleep.

This could be my requiem,
And I'll feel no pain.
This could be my requiem,
But don't bury me too deep.

Sink, suffer, self destruct.
Rise, stronger, reconstruct.

Dispose, Discard, Deny.

And I will feel no pain

. . .


I just got the news today you were dying,
Hot Damn! We're already partying.
But please, before you have to leave,
Let me tell you a few last things.

Suffer, unto me.
Indulge, my every need.

I don't want to meet you halfway,
I've always despised that fucking place.
I'm not offering you my way,
I'm kicking you down the fucking highway.

Get one thing straight from the get go,
I truly don't give a fuck about you.
I never have and I never will,
Each day you breathe is more time to kill.

Fuck your world up.

Your last breath,
I'll take it now.
Your last breath,
I'll rip it away.
And haunt your dreams in your final sleep.

Get one thing straight from the get go,
I truly don't give a fuck about you.
I never have and I never will,
Each day you breathe is more time to kill.
I never have and I never will

. . .


She's a slack one, born of greed.
Speaking endless words, long and empty.
A begger who still wants to choose,
A dethroned queen still demands her due.
If you want something for nothing you take what you get,
A virgin whore in a dirty wedding dress.

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door.
But just be careful what you wish for.

There's blood stain on the ceiling,
But you're the only duck in the shooting gallery.
Trying to look out a bricked-in window,
Your destiny lies in the alley below.
Trying to see yourself in a shattered mirror,
When all else fails, she holds you with broken arms.
There's poison in her veins, but the bitch comes for free,
A quick fix for all that you think that you need.

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door.
But just be careful what you wish for.
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests,
She's all yours now, so deal with it.

There's no shoulder left to cry wolf on,
You're tied in knots that can't be undone.
No more warnings will fall on deaf ears,
You lied too many times now no one cares.
No one cares.

An empty promise with a heart of tin,
Her crooked smile beguiles and it draws you within.
The hope for something more, all that you wish for,
A kick to the head and a boot to the door.
Chasing a dragon in a lady's clothes,
A paper trail ends in choking smoke.
But you know that you lit the match yourself,
Play the burning cards that you dealt.

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door.
But just be careful what you wish for.
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests,
She's all yours now, so deal with it.

Broken

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