About "Ashes Of The Wake" album:
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"Ashes Of The Wake" by Lamb Of God, which was released in 2004 and consists of 9 songs.
Blood Of The Scribe
All of this comes crashing down,
No end in sight.
Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe.
Rest comes easy to the guitless
The vampire laments as he prays for the sun.
Doom, despair, tragedy are the tool of the trade.
Cut to the bone, rob the grave
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.
Everything suffocates in the dust of pase, fortunes squandered
The empire of lies to whome you pandered
Suffer a self-imposed exile, taste the bitter fruits of denial
In the presence of greatness the humble can only bow.
Frost on the breath of life
Privileged, a chosen few
Blessed with our time in hell
Witness a divine vision, the day we all fell still.
Rapture of the dying age, a shattered hourglass
Wrath of the warring gods and so this too shall pass.
It's only getting worse, not worth a moment's regret
Each dawn another curse, every breath a twisting blade
What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake?
An I'll wind blows this way, the edge of the envelope burns
Forbearance and my vengance, payment for your intent
Laid To Rest
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 Might As Well Just Admit It.
And Bleach Out The Stains,
Commit To Forgetting It.
You're Better Off Empty And Blank,
Then Left With A Single Pathetic Trace Of This.
Now You've Got Something To Die For
Now you've got something to die for,
Now you've got something to die for.
Lust for blood, a blind crusade,
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree,
Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine.
Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination,
The fires of sedition,
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
The sins of deliverance
The eyes of the patriot
Fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks
To the rope
It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one-gun salute for the new independence day
They'll hallow your name
They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice
Remorse Is For The Dead
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 excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress.
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.
All the tongues here are forked.
What I've Become
Blank stares from broken men
So withered from the poisons they can't remember when
There were once honest reasons.
It's all the lie, it died a hundred thousand miles ago.
Pretending I'm still here
Justifiy what I've become, sanctify what I've become
Amazing disgrace... (how) sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
Better lost if this is found, best blinded never to see.
The race to save face, nothing now is what we meant it to be.
Pretending I'm still here.
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