Tekster:
Lamb Of God Ashes Of The Wake

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

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

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

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,

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

feel In eyes of mine evilness you can see Suffering and agony will always remain Orgy, vine, masturbation Below monolith of god Redemptation and starvation From the wolves embraced lamb