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Radio Station - Lamb Of God


  • Laid to Rest
  • Redneck
  • Walk With Me In Hell
  • Now You've Got Something to Die For
  • Hourglass
  • Omerta
  • The Faded Line
  • Descending
  • Ruin
  • Blacken the Cursed Sun
  • Again We Rise
  • Blood of the Scribe
  • Pathetic
  • Ashes of the Wake
  • Black Label
  • What I've Become
  • In Your Words
  • One Gun
  • Break You
  • Set to Fail
  • Foot to the Throat
  • 11th Hour
  • Ghost Walking
  • Memento Mori
  • Remorse Is for the Dead
  • Forgotten (Lost Angels)
  • Grace
  • Requiem
  • More Time to Kill
  • The Passing
  • Broken Hands
  • Contractor
  • As the Palaces Burn
  • 512
  • Vigil
  • Dead Seeds
  • Fake Messiah
  • Purified
  • Everything to Nothing
  • Choke Sermon
  • For Your Malice
  • Reclamation
  • Blood Junkie
  • Pariah
  • Boot Scraper
  • A Warning
  • In Defense of Our Good Name
  • A Devil in God's Country
  • Letter to the Unborn
  • Desolation

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 an 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
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