Lamb Of God - Omerta lyrics
[Lamb Of God - Omerta lyrics]
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 thirty 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
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 thirty 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