A thousand heads cut clean across their necks
right down the hall from me.
The reich's relentless blade, thirsty and shining red
still echoes of their screams.
This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom, a legacy of collapse.
Built on a painful truth.
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled.
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father.
They just bowed their heads.
They meekly did their time
Counting the days while harnessed to their rusty shackles
Forever occupied, folded the crimson star,
The rabbits turned to jackals,
still echoes of their screams.
This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom, a legacy of collapse.
Built on a painful truth.
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled.
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father.
They just bowed their heads.
Soviet hangover eastern bloc.
And dirty money still flows through locks.
A killing ground of rebels, black marketeers
Restrained, but there's no resistence here.
South-east Asia in a Euro cellblock.
Saigon's children conceal what they've got.
The opium trail runs west through here.
They're selling disease to erase all your fears.
still echoes of their screams,
still echoes of their screams.
A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled.
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father.
They just bowed their heads.
I won't bow my head.
Lamb Of God - VII: Sturm Und Drang Album Lyrics
Lamb Of God - VII: Sturm Und Drang Lyrics
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Erase This
Justify, a means to an ending only just beginning
To legitimize the conflict that's rendering the interaction
So useless futility defined, watching you wait for the stars to align
So clueless, so simple it should be a crime
And I can't bring myself to save you this time
Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite, woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
Victimize, cast off, forgotten daughter, play the martyr
So they sympathize with your condition and your position
It's strategic how your misfortune became so fortunate
Oh, it must be torture keeping up with it
Consider me disengaged and find a better character for your stage
Only ever more, still keeping the score, is there enough for you
Keep one thing for sure, stay pure saboteur, it's simply what you do
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
Erase this, replace this with something you have hope in
Severe all ties that bind, the circle will be broken
Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite, woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
To legitimize the conflict that's rendering the interaction
So useless futility defined, watching you wait for the stars to align
So clueless, so simple it should be a crime
And I can't bring myself to save you this time
Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite, woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
Victimize, cast off, forgotten daughter, play the martyr
So they sympathize with your condition and your position
It's strategic how your misfortune became so fortunate
Oh, it must be torture keeping up with it
Consider me disengaged and find a better character for your stage
Only ever more, still keeping the score, is there enough for you
Keep one thing for sure, stay pure saboteur, it's simply what you do
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
Erase this, replace this with something you have hope in
Severe all ties that bind, the circle will be broken
Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite, woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
512
Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time
One careless word, you lose your life
A grave new world awaits inside.
Lycanthropic survival instincts
Embrace the beast and shun the weak
Awake the primal one that sleeps inside
Or feel the shiv(er) running through your spine.
The time is slipping by no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite.
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.
Schizophrenic amnesia
Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved
Forget the only life that you knew outside
They bought the ticket, now you take the ride.
The time is slipping by no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite.
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.
Another number quickly learns the rules
A hidden burner waits to point at you
A subtle gesture and you're ventilated
Talk isn't cheap here, bleed out in payment.
Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time.
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.
Four empty walls to fill the time
One careless word, you lose your life
A grave new world awaits inside.
Lycanthropic survival instincts
Embrace the beast and shun the weak
Awake the primal one that sleeps inside
Or feel the shiv(er) running through your spine.
The time is slipping by no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite.
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.
Schizophrenic amnesia
Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved
Forget the only life that you knew outside
They bought the ticket, now you take the ride.
The time is slipping by no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite.
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.
Another number quickly learns the rules
A hidden burner waits to point at you
A subtle gesture and you're ventilated
Talk isn't cheap here, bleed out in payment.
Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time.
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Embers
Gather the bones and lay them in the sun in patterns that capture the eye
No one could know, display for everyone the holes in our souls we despise
Timber and stones monumental, remnants frozen in time
Carried alone the burden, knowing it was all we could do to survive
Only embers remain, refusing to fade
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain, black turning to gray
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain
Scatter the dust, what we once held in our hand seems was never at all
Gone in a gust, not ours to understand, an agony perpetual
Holding my breath and close my eyes, for a second I can see you again
Motionless, like that day we lost who we both should have been
Only embers remain, refusing to fade
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain, black turning to gray
There's still light to find our way
Only embers...
I've been staring at her lying still for so long (she's so still)
Waiting for this endless night to color into dawn (it's never ending)
But it's never lifting, always shifting, no one can breathe
It holds me under, and this drags down you (it drags you down)
This breaks what was made one into two
No one could know, display for everyone the holes in our souls we despise
Timber and stones monumental, remnants frozen in time
Carried alone the burden, knowing it was all we could do to survive
Only embers remain, refusing to fade
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain, black turning to gray
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain
Scatter the dust, what we once held in our hand seems was never at all
Gone in a gust, not ours to understand, an agony perpetual
Holding my breath and close my eyes, for a second I can see you again
Motionless, like that day we lost who we both should have been
Only embers remain, refusing to fade
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain, black turning to gray
There's still light to find our way
Only embers...
I've been staring at her lying still for so long (she's so still)
Waiting for this endless night to color into dawn (it's never ending)
But it's never lifting, always shifting, no one can breathe
It holds me under, and this drags down you (it drags you down)
This breaks what was made one into two
Writer: CHINO MORENO, CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Footprints
A human leech, foul you crawl into my field of vision
An empty speech breaking the skin of concentration
Jesus Christ, you make me sick
Bloated and corpulent from disregard, what you discard
Your presence is leaving a scar
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
A filthy prick, foul parasitic imposition
A dirty trick, a seasonal war of attrition
So thoughtless, you're such a pig
Loaded and indolent, and you assume what you consume
Is other's business to reap and remove
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
A violent need to speak the truth
Tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear - you're not welcome here again
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
This is where it ends
The swollen fingers of the modern age
The human condition in a gross display
Are covered in the grease of indulgence
Anemic and weak with intemperance
Clutching at the latest distraction
Breeding a most savage reaction
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
(Get. The. F*ck. Out)
A violent need to speak the truth
Tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear - you're not wanted here, my friend
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
An empty speech breaking the skin of concentration
Jesus Christ, you make me sick
Bloated and corpulent from disregard, what you discard
Your presence is leaving a scar
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
A filthy prick, foul parasitic imposition
A dirty trick, a seasonal war of attrition
So thoughtless, you're such a pig
Loaded and indolent, and you assume what you consume
Is other's business to reap and remove
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
A violent need to speak the truth
Tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear - you're not welcome here again
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
This is where it ends
The swollen fingers of the modern age
The human condition in a gross display
Are covered in the grease of indulgence
Anemic and weak with intemperance
Clutching at the latest distraction
Breeding a most savage reaction
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
(Get. The. F*ck. Out)
A violent need to speak the truth
Tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear - you're not wanted here, my friend
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
How the f*ck did you think this would end?
Writer: DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER, JOHN CAMPBELL, CHRIS ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Overlord
You never proved me anything but right
You're all surprises, consistency, defied
An overwhelming sense of predictability
I don't say we slide into mediocrity
(Another day spent) buried in the shadow of your doubt
(Always the same) but still you refuse to figure out
You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore
A new time of declaration of distress
Strife, misery, and the pursuit of unhappiness
Endless complaining, no accountability
No reek of privilege and weightless tragedy
(Another day) spent buried in the shadow of your doubt
(Always the same) but still you refuse to figure out
You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore
Cry over the silken pillow
Clipped wings beneath a crooked halo
A perfect child who never looks at the mirror
Right in your face, but not any clearer
A problem hidden in plain view
Is staring right back at
You
All the world's a stage
But you are the only player
A black hole in the center of the universe, a dark cloud of despair
Caught in an endless rut
A crisis without solution
Someone should stitch your mouth shut
And solve your f*cking problem
Strife
Another day in misery
Always the same
Strife
Another day in misery
Always the same
You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
You're all surprises, consistency, defied
An overwhelming sense of predictability
I don't say we slide into mediocrity
(Another day spent) buried in the shadow of your doubt
(Always the same) but still you refuse to figure out
You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore
A new time of declaration of distress
Strife, misery, and the pursuit of unhappiness
Endless complaining, no accountability
No reek of privilege and weightless tragedy
(Another day) spent buried in the shadow of your doubt
(Always the same) but still you refuse to figure out
You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore
Cry over the silken pillow
Clipped wings beneath a crooked halo
A perfect child who never looks at the mirror
Right in your face, but not any clearer
A problem hidden in plain view
Is staring right back at
You
All the world's a stage
But you are the only player
A black hole in the center of the universe, a dark cloud of despair
Caught in an endless rut
A crisis without solution
Someone should stitch your mouth shut
And solve your f*cking problem
Strife
Another day in misery
Always the same
Strife
Another day in misery
Always the same
You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, JOSH WILBUR, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Anthropoid
Arrogance mounted on a poison steed
Hangman swings from a rope of conceit
Pale horse runs septic through his veins
For I am the end of all his days
A dead finger pulls the trigger
to decide the final hour
We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator
A superior man, I will bleed the butcher dry
In the underground I live, I fight, I die
I will rust the iron heart
I will crush the death head's march
A dead finger pulls the trigger
to decide the final hour
We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator
Bleed the butcher dry
Under the cross we're bound to die I'm ready
Cause I am what you are too afraid to be
I am what you are too afraid to be
I am what you are too afraid to be
Cause I am what you are
We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator
We are
I live, I fight, I die [x3]
We are the apex predator
Hangman swings from a rope of conceit
Pale horse runs septic through his veins
For I am the end of all his days
A dead finger pulls the trigger
to decide the final hour
We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator
A superior man, I will bleed the butcher dry
In the underground I live, I fight, I die
I will rust the iron heart
I will crush the death head's march
A dead finger pulls the trigger
to decide the final hour
We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator
Bleed the butcher dry
Under the cross we're bound to die I'm ready
Cause I am what you are too afraid to be
I am what you are too afraid to be
I am what you are too afraid to be
Cause I am what you are
We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator
We are
I live, I fight, I die [x3]
We are the apex predator
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Engage The Fear Machine
Here we go again, the world is coming to an end
Engage the fear machine and collect the dividends
That's it, you filthy monkeys,
Keep your eyes on the bright and shiny
Just for you, a brand new-and-improved catastrophe
Pure-bred Pavlov, primetime apocalypse
Hit the panic button and reap the bloody benefits
Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def
Once again, my friends: the world is coming to an end
No empty threat this time, so let the witch hunts begin
The sky is falling, seal the boarders, heighten the anxiety
A steady diet of hysteria shapes history
Pure-bred Pavlov, primetime apocalypse
Hit the panic button and reap the bloody benefits
Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def
Stream the latest threat from the limelight economists
Fabricated peril from contagion to communists
Fear delivered to your door by racketeers and strategists
Another advertisement war sold by the media terrorists
Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def
Engage the fear machine and collect the dividends
That's it, you filthy monkeys,
Keep your eyes on the bright and shiny
Just for you, a brand new-and-improved catastrophe
Pure-bred Pavlov, primetime apocalypse
Hit the panic button and reap the bloody benefits
Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def
Once again, my friends: the world is coming to an end
No empty threat this time, so let the witch hunts begin
The sky is falling, seal the boarders, heighten the anxiety
A steady diet of hysteria shapes history
Pure-bred Pavlov, primetime apocalypse
Hit the panic button and reap the bloody benefits
Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def
Stream the latest threat from the limelight economists
Fabricated peril from contagion to communists
Fear delivered to your door by racketeers and strategists
Another advertisement war sold by the media terrorists
Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Delusion Pandemic
Allocate your future to the delegates
Relegate your muses to the surrogates
Long green apron stings that end in hooks
Sunk deep, written off, and on the books
Ripped off, a weak derivate culture
Disposable, nothing's built to last
Whipped dogs, a bleak cognitive future
Ineptitude is reaching critical mass
A generation of mockingbirds
You are being herded by the wolves
A generation of mockingbirds
Feeding yourself to the wolves
This is the rise of our demise
F*cked up and uncivilized
This is the rise of our demise
You paint a target right between your eyes
Collateral damage in the aggregates
Structural analysis of duplicates
Errors of illusion, clouded perspectives
Terrorized delusions and end game objectives
Locked out, a stiff tactical suture
A victim complex now reality
Blocked ground, a swift statistical maneuver
Persecution of the self-made weak
A generation of mockingbirds
You are being herded by the wolves
A generation of mockingbirds
Feeding yourself to the wolves
This is the rise of our demise
F*cked up and uncivilized
This is the rise of our demise
You paint a target right between your eyes
Sink or swim, sink or swim
Sink or swim, sink or swim
It's imminent, the rise of your demise
Sink or swim
It's all around, the rise of your demise
Sink or swim
Relegate your muses to the surrogates
Long green apron stings that end in hooks
Sunk deep, written off, and on the books
Ripped off, a weak derivate culture
Disposable, nothing's built to last
Whipped dogs, a bleak cognitive future
Ineptitude is reaching critical mass
A generation of mockingbirds
You are being herded by the wolves
A generation of mockingbirds
Feeding yourself to the wolves
This is the rise of our demise
F*cked up and uncivilized
This is the rise of our demise
You paint a target right between your eyes
Collateral damage in the aggregates
Structural analysis of duplicates
Errors of illusion, clouded perspectives
Terrorized delusions and end game objectives
Locked out, a stiff tactical suture
A victim complex now reality
Blocked ground, a swift statistical maneuver
Persecution of the self-made weak
A generation of mockingbirds
You are being herded by the wolves
A generation of mockingbirds
Feeding yourself to the wolves
This is the rise of our demise
F*cked up and uncivilized
This is the rise of our demise
You paint a target right between your eyes
Sink or swim, sink or swim
Sink or swim, sink or swim
It's imminent, the rise of your demise
Sink or swim
It's all around, the rise of your demise
Sink or swim
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Torches
The soul of the nation slowly withers
(In the howl of the empty wind)
As the spring lays crushed beneath the hammer
(The invisible flame)
My vision sears the crowded square
(As the mouth of injustice grins)
This routed
(Fire runs through my veins)
I choose to expire
(As the steel in my nerve sets in)
You're all on the brink of compromise
(I carry the cries)
Mass concessions in defeated eyes
(In my end a new world begins)
A terrible kindness to break the thrall
(It's not me who dies)
I strike the match
And let it fall
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion.
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion.
I am... the inferno, I am... legion.
Some run screaming
Some sit silently
An agonizing gift of charred humanity
My footsteps
They will echo through eternity
A seismic scorching outcry of indignity
I write my blackened name, carved into the wind
I fill your hearts with rage
I leave you ash and legend.
(Fire runs through my veins...)
A terrible kindness to break the thrall
I strike the match
Fire runs through my veins
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion.
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion.
(In the howl of the empty wind)
As the spring lays crushed beneath the hammer
(The invisible flame)
My vision sears the crowded square
(As the mouth of injustice grins)
This routed
(Fire runs through my veins)
I choose to expire
(As the steel in my nerve sets in)
You're all on the brink of compromise
(I carry the cries)
Mass concessions in defeated eyes
(In my end a new world begins)
A terrible kindness to break the thrall
(It's not me who dies)
I strike the match
And let it fall
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion.
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion.
I am... the inferno, I am... legion.
Some run screaming
Some sit silently
An agonizing gift of charred humanity
My footsteps
They will echo through eternity
A seismic scorching outcry of indignity
I write my blackened name, carved into the wind
I fill your hearts with rage
I leave you ash and legend.
(Fire runs through my veins...)
A terrible kindness to break the thrall
I strike the match
Fire runs through my veins
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion.
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion.
Writer: DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER, JOHN CAMPBELL, CHRIS ADLER, GREG PUCIATO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wine and Piss
Greet the day with a hateful heart
Run to finish before I even start
Stalk through paradise with a gun in my hand
Following to pieces in the promised land
I've done my part to make the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss
Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.
I'm collapsing beneath joy and pain
Grotesquely clean but beautifully stained
Resentment keeps rebuilding me inside
Feels like I'm drinking poison but expecting you to die.
I've done my part to make the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss
Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.
I came to make amends,
To do the right thing.
I came to corrupt your children,
To kill the king.
I've done my part took away the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss
Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.
Hit or miss, hit or miss
whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide,
whatever arrives
it's hit or miss.
Run to finish before I even start
Stalk through paradise with a gun in my hand
Following to pieces in the promised land
I've done my part to make the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss
Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.
I'm collapsing beneath joy and pain
Grotesquely clean but beautifully stained
Resentment keeps rebuilding me inside
Feels like I'm drinking poison but expecting you to die.
I've done my part to make the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss
Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.
I came to make amends,
To do the right thing.
I came to corrupt your children,
To kill the king.
I've done my part took away the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss
Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.
Hit or miss, hit or miss
whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide,
whatever arrives
it's hit or miss.
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Nightmare Seeker (the Little Red House)
As I walk through the sodden killing fields
A million souls interred beneath my heals
The darkest sights no, they can't be unseen
Burn the eyes, crush the heart, and scar the psyche.
This black reward
This crimson burden
I am the morbid witness
A scholar of aberrance
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.
Exhume the graves and grind the bones to dust
Salt the earth and satisfy the lust
The archeology of genocide
Reconstructed, cataloged, and canonized.
This grim vocation
These fearsome wages
I am the nightmare seeker
A student of violent teachers
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.
The ghost of zyklon hangs in the air... extermination.
Can you smell the sarin on the wind?
War is coming to take us again.
This black reward
This crimson burden
I am the morbid witness
A scholar of aberrance
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.
War is coming to take us again.
A million souls interred beneath my heals
The darkest sights no, they can't be unseen
Burn the eyes, crush the heart, and scar the psyche.
This black reward
This crimson burden
I am the morbid witness
A scholar of aberrance
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.
Exhume the graves and grind the bones to dust
Salt the earth and satisfy the lust
The archeology of genocide
Reconstructed, cataloged, and canonized.
This grim vocation
These fearsome wages
I am the nightmare seeker
A student of violent teachers
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.
The ghost of zyklon hangs in the air... extermination.
Can you smell the sarin on the wind?
War is coming to take us again.
This black reward
This crimson burden
I am the morbid witness
A scholar of aberrance
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.
War is coming to take us again.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
VII: Sturm und Drang is the eighth studio album by the American heavy metal band Lamb of God (the "VII" of the title ignores the album recorded under the name Burn the Priest with a slightly different line-up). The album was released on July 24, 2015, through Epic Records in North America and through Nuclear Blast outside North America.
It is the final Lamb of God album of original material to feature longtime drummer Chris Adler, who left the band in 2019.
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Lamb Of GodIt is the final Lamb of God album of original material to feature longtime drummer Chris Adler, who left the band in 2019.
Genre(s): Groove metal, thrash metal, metalcore
Producer(s): Josh Wilbur
Length: 48:07
Released: July 24th, 2015
Year: 2015