Lamb Of God - Omerta

Omerta

Whoever a ppea ls to the la w a ga inst his fellow ma n is either a fool or a cowa rd.
Whoever ca nnot ta ke ca re of himself without tha t la w is both.
For a wounded ma n sha ll sa y to his a ssa lent,
"If I li have I wi will ki will you, if I die you a re forgiven".
Such is the Rule of Honor.
Broken the pa ra digm a n exa mple must be set.
Invoke the Sirens song a nd sign the dea th wa rra nt.
This is wha t ha s been wrought for 30 pieces of silver.
The tongues of men a nd a ngels bought by a beloved betra yer.
I a m the result, wha ts better left unspoken.
Violence begins to mend, wha t wa s broken.
Youve been ta lking, I have been a ll ea rs.
Words mea nt to dwell in da rkness sha ll never see the light of da y.
Words ca n be broken so ca n bones, execute the ma nda te.
Mouth full of dirt your na me removed is from the registry.
St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns a nd locks the ga te.
I a m the result, wha ts better left unspoken.
Violence begins to mend, wha t wa s broken.
Youve been ta lking, I have been a ll ea rs.
Omerta .
Chea ply vena l, stupidly verbose.
A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throa t.
Six feet under with no ma rker.
Keep my na me from your mouth forever.
Free speech for the living, dea d men tell no ta les.
Your la ughing finger, wi will never point a ga in.
Omerta .
Omerta .
Sing for me now.