Lamb Of God
Текст песни Blood of the Scribe

All of this comes crashing down.
Cornerstone's gone.
Sleepless. Hopeless. No end in sight
Ink well has run dry,
Fill it with blood of the scribe.
Rest comes easy to the guiltless.
The vampire laments as he prays for the sun.
Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade.
Cut to the bone, rob the grave.
Unearth the stone, lay to waste.
Defile the tome, rip the page.
Strip mine the vein, lay to waste.
Frayed at the edge,
Flat lined.
The anvil cracks.
The hammer relentlessly comes down.
A new pariah is born.
Chastisement lays you down to sleep.
Tucks you in with bloody kisses.
Gifts of nightmares
Bitter sweet.
Type A negative shuts me down.
Catch phrase will be the death of me.
Is this not what you came to see?
What, are you not entertained?
Climb the walls,
'Til nails bleed.
Rip the hair, tear the seams,
Break the glass.
Head in hands,
Bell tolls endlessly.
No end in sight.