Lamb Of God

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Send "As The Palaces Burn" Ringtones to Cell

The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise and RAZE the legacy of their lies
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Towards the day we revolt.
oh, as the seeds you've cast away take hold
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
A shot gun blast into the face of deceit
You'll gain your just reward.
We'll not rest until the purge is complete
You will reap what you've sown.
My redemption lies in your demise.
In such a world as this does one dare to think for himself?
The paradox of power and peace will destroy itself
To know the truth and live in fear of no man.
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Toward the day we revolt.
oh, as the seeds you've cast away take hold
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
My redemption, redemption lies in your demise.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun.
We'll dance as the palaces burn.

Send "Salivation" Ringtones to Cell

Smothered under your affection, solitude an acquisition, symbiosis turned
parasitic. Now I'm starting to regret this, dying to be alone.

Bleed me as I'm dying to be alone.

A weight on my back a noose around my neck a clot in my veins a worm in my gut
A weight on my back a noose around my neck a clot in my veins a worm in my gut
A weight on my back a noose around my neck a clot in my veins a worm in my gut
all this and more are you.

Please leave me alone.

I can't breathe air from your mouth
I can't move in your embrace
I need a void in my life but you've taken all the nothing.

I can't breathe air from your mouth
I can't move in your embrace
I need a void in my life but you've taken all the nothing.

Send "Lies Of Autumn" Ringtones to Cell

As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curl
like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. Step into this
decay and experience dissolution. Crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucified
on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. Immobile for the cold
duration. Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.

Send "Chronic Auditory Hallucination" Ringtones to Cell

Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine.
Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot. Trust
ripping away, dying. Your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to
your palate of doubt. A remnant of what was, once left, a relic you pissed
it away. Your breed is weak, a thing so weak. Mutual downslide into
mediocrity, you knew better but you pissed it all away. Weak.

Send "Suffering Bastard" Ringtones to Cell

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium
exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to
ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don't know what the fuck have I become?
Synapses snapping mortality decimated. Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into
overdrive. Realizing it's murder of the self so clean. Hand reaches out
desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundation's identity replacing with
shame. Transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger
inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess.
Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this
burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags...

Send "Buckeye" Ringtones to Cell

Turn on all the lights and punch them out. All four burners going, pile it on
fire. Metal sparks in the nuclear box. Fist through a window pane and our
broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor. Smoke rolling across the
ceiling suck down the bride's champagne and swallow a few more sleepy ones.
Pass the bottle to none and swing from the gate. Speak in the name of
suffering as loud as it gets. Knuckled holes in everything spittle and love
fling into a crying eye that runs away. A dead dog in the street nothing
brings a slain king back. You'll never know the bittersweet smell of leaving
this world of your own volition. So jacked up.

Send "Lame" Ringtones to Cell

Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks when you
haven't pulled the bloody wool from over your eyes yet? How can you say
those things to me when you haven't pulled the boot of the past out of your
mouth? Tepid morals personality set for easy calibration knowledge of
importance paramount. Marooned a suicidal caste deal with isolation grease
the wheels chameleon. Sliding through social strata and yet you still whine.
Your conviction is merely iconographic. I'm so sick of hearing you whine
shut up.

Send "Preaching To The Converted" Ringtones to Cell

The Public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into
this world. Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan
horse full of zyklon while Judas' coffers overflow. What? New world
(dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poison air pouring whiskey into
crescent moon lacerations. Time to bite the hand that beats. Teach our
children well, teach them to kill. Global jihad for a thousand years.
Sanctified our blood spills, sutured with commodities. Iron fist in silken
glove ripping away autonomy, replacing with a placebo. Realize that our
wounds will never heal while Judas' coffers overflow.

Send "Duane" Ringtones to Cell

Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses. A senseless data
overload a prime-time hypnosis bow to idiot box. Self-induced anueretic sty
waves flatline encapsulated time tape eraser mind waste away your life.

Send "Duane" Ringtones to Cell

Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses. A senseless data
overload a prime-time hypnosis bow to idiot box. Self-induced anueretic sty
waves flatline encapsulated time tape eraser mind waste away your life.

Send "Departure Hymn" Ringtones to Cell

We are in this world not of it. Spreading like vermin the last of the breed.
Screaming into an urban wind broken glass asphalt undertow trash blows down
deserted streets. This organism will survive and breed.

Send "Ruiner" Ringtones to Cell

How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to
collect their blood debts. All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel full
of nothing but dust. A vicious lust for control has turned us into faceless
pawns for faceless kings, shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre
greed. Fiscal commandments impel and we will obey blindly. The fury of the
sun has passed into the hands of men whose hands were already too full of
abused strength and anger, of abused strength and power. Bio-economics
killing again and again.

Send "Ruiner" Ringtones to Cell

How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to
collect their blood debts. All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel full
of nothing but dust. A vicious lust for control has turned us into faceless
pawns for faceless kings, shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre
greed. Fiscal commandments impel and we will obey blindly. The fury of the
sun has passed into the hands of men whose hands were already too full of
abused strength and anger, of abused strength and power. Bio-economics
killing again and again.

Send "Eleventh Hour" Ringtones to Cell

The hour of wreckoning draws near
Judgment day is here and gone
Sweetly she draws me into her arms
A liquid embrace to chase the day way.
Sedate Numb Deaf and Dumb
Stumbling into solitude.
A clouded judgment day is fueled.
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me.
So sweetly she shucks away at my time
So sweetly she draws me nigh
Closer and closer towards never ending sleep
Spin the bottle
Kiss only the bottle.
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement
Eternal engagement
Never consummated.
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me.
Destroyer of senses.
So take as needed for the pain
Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky.
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again.
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again and again.
Take me under your black wings.
Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction.

Send "Terror And Hubris In The House Of Frank Polard" Ringtones to Cell

All the fucked up things trap and punish me I cannot explain my problem.
Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized. You owe me.
Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors.
Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma peering out of spherical night mask.
Paleolithic subconcious icons lumber through dreamscape archetype of archangel.
Terror and Hubris- infants painted gauze peer through murky jars;
soon I'm wearing the skin of the morning star.
Green locks my name fills an empty banner.
Frank, what have you gotten me into now?
I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind it cannot be saved sell me over.
Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun.
Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes?
Bleeds through the sleep onto the page. I'm sailin'...

Send "Pariah" Ringtones to Cell

The sore on the edge of your mouth
it mirrors the ones
on your arm of black tar
you've known the ripping.
I know you don't want to live in the dirt
And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt.
you want to know nothing but dirt
you know you can't beat weakness.
Kill the flux...
Stretched to breaking
an obscene canvas
on a stretcher of parasitism.
Know that you've pissed life away
You...
piece of shit
I won't
say your name
but I
will say this
FUCK OFF AND DIE (sooner the better).
You've shot out your eyes
but I'm seeing that
you cannot feel anything of worth.
Know that you've pissed life away,
lost
in your narcotic dreams.
Heart pumping futile shit through your veins.
Why does it bother?
I want to punch in your sunken face and see your dusty blood smear through
the air in a polluted crimson arc,
splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete. Moribund.

Send "The Subtle Arts Of Murder And Persuasion" Ringtones to Cell

The dark crow man sits and stares into the oblivion into cold into nothingness;
it's snowing in his mind.
He's created himself in his own image.
Lust held for him means naught,
a knock on the door brings no smile to his cruel lips;
the welcome in a woman's eyes holds nothing for him.
Alone on his haunches the hair raises on the back of his neck.
His dead eyes pierce the night.
As his gaze falls down on the city it fills him the method ascertained, conviction.
He knows what to do and moves to commit the deed.

Send "Black Label" Ringtones to Cell

The human confrontation, I've built a phobia
It takes my essence somewhere
somewhere to take control

I may be far from rocking
I am the one alone
I may be far behind lines
and made them turn away

I want to know, hey you watch out!
I've made them turn to cripple, hey you watch out!
When i will know, who'll know, back fight!
why time would let me die to control.

I fear nothing, why don't you know
I rip my mind and why don't you bleed
i fear no one, why you turn back
i may not stop.

My freedom can't contain but tell me
The pain I liberate
Riff hostility to anyone
Has made us so much hate
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I........... know.

Send "Black Label" Ringtones to Cell

The human confrontation, I've built a phobia
It takes my essence somewhere
somewhere to take control

I may be far from rocking
I am the one alone
I may be far behind lines
and made them turn away

I want to know, hey you watch out!
I've made them turn to cripple, hey you watch out!
When i will know, who'll know, back fight!
why time would let me die to control.

I fear nothing, why don't you know
I rip my mind and why don't you bleed
i fear no one, why you turn back
i may not stop.

My freedom can't contain but tell me
The pain I liberate
Riff hostility to anyone
Has made us so much hate
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I........... know.

Send "A Warning" Ringtones to Cell

I'm a monster so don't walk my way.
Don't trust my smile my teeth are like knives.
I will suck you down and drag you dry.
Don't laugh at my jokes- the punchline is murder.
Don't enjoy my touch, every caress hides a chokehold.
I'm only happy when I've ruined everything I see.
Believe everything you've ever heard about me- suck it up.
If you see me coming don't stop, just turn and walk the other way.
I will not lie about what I have done,
I will not lie about what I will do to you,
the sweat of my exertion is pure poison, I'm hell...

Send "In The Absence Of The Sacred" Ringtones to Cell

Violence a natural reaction in a society whose advances are limited to its new technology;
different only in the current mode of destructive intent.
Date has replaced real life in this world, no hope for the stop of "progress."
Inevitable bio-link implant will replace the feel of human touch.
All memory surrogates downloaded bought and sold, no true sense
of self. Impending sensory death looming near.
A number, this is what you've become. Life digitized itemized commodified.
Ha, ha, ha, this is what you work for...

Send "O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E." Ringtones to Cell

Hate. Falling three feet to the ground.
Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love.
Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete and boot,
another victim of the lower hate.
You are not my god. You think this is funny don't you pig?
How the helpless freak squirms beneath our state sanctioned soles,
but what is he laughing at?
There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace.
Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks and heels
falling down like the rain outside.
Oh yeah bitch, I'm gonna remember your face your name your number;
and when I crawl out of this hole I'm going to make you all mine.
Auschwitz Kent State Chi-Town 68 Tianamen Waco.

Send "Letter To The Unborn" Ringtones to Cell

[The booklet for this album shows that the song is instrumental, but when you listen to it it's obviously not instrumental.]

I want some hatred on through
This pain to feel you're fading
They say stop be more gentle
It seems I walk this hard trail alone
Come danger take them all
Then throw them at the walls
Lost
Why won't you let me go
What does your father feel
There is no point is your papa not living now
I'm gonna tear off the legs of the one that killed
Me the most powerfull human of all
Woe
I a missing father
An empty role
Why did this immortal good child forget me
Why'd a mans own father blow these
Heartstrings away
Thrice have I called for blood I want the undead child
Why wouldn't fate let this unborn child
Die a wooden blow
Please
Kill
Him

Send "The Black Dahlia" Ringtones to Cell

I am the ones and the zeros that control commerce and file you silently far away.
I am the children starving in the gutter bellies full of poverty unabated.
I am nihilism no future base instinct realized environmental collapse.
I am man.
I am the corpse of decency crucified on a post of greed and moral decay.
I am man.
Submit and surrender unto Ceasar what is his rightful due.
Complete oppression no catharsis in emphatic contempt for all of life.
I am man.

Send "Confessional" Ringtones to Cell

Intrinsic rot. Traces of future.
Your past will rise haunting you again.
Tounging the glue stamp seal of your fold.
Cased in forests of black steel rod.
Vines of nerve float downstream.
Sections of horror.
This is something you must never do again.
Falling spiral down.
You know not what you are looking for but it will find you anyway.
I've confessed this disease to you.
Handed you a key to control.
Fuel for your malicious intent.
Punish me for my failure.
Dissect my faith.
Twisting my trust.
Never, no more, I'm alone.

Send "Walk With Me in Hell" Ringtones to Cell

Breath
Breath

Pray for blood
Pray for the cleansing
Pray for the flood
Pray for the end of this nightmare
This lie of a life can as quickly as it came 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

Oh...
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

Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell

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

Walk with me in hell
Walk with me in hell

You're never alone
You're never alone
You're never alone

You're never alone
You're never alone
Walk with me in hell