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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Guitare électrique
John Campbell
John Campbell
Basse électrique
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Batterie
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Chant
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Paroles/Composition
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Paroles/Composition
John Campbell
John Campbell
Paroles/Composition
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Paroles/Composition
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lamb of God
Lamb of God
Production
Machine
Machine
Production
John Agnello
John Agnello
Ingénierie
Ted Young
Ted Young
Assistance d’ingénierie
Alan Weatherhead
Alan Weatherhead
Assistance d’ingénierie
Casey Martin
Casey Martin
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeremy Miller
Jeremy Miller
Assistance d’ingénierie
Cam DiNunzio
Cam DiNunzio
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dan Korneff
Dan Korneff
Ingénierie de mixage
Mark Wilder
Mark Wilder
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Todd Parker
Todd Parker
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tony Schloff
Tony Schloff
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
Free speech for the living
Dead men tell no tales
Your laughing finger
Will never point again
[Verse 8]
Omerta
Omerta
Sing for me now
Written by: Chris Adler, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Randy Blythe, Willie Adler
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