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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lamb of God
Lamb of God
Performer
John Campbell
John Campbell
Bass
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Vocals
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Guitar
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Guitar
Art Cruz
Art Cruz
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Campbell
John Campbell
Songwriter
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Songwriter
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Songwriter
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Billingslea
Kevin Billingslea
Engineer
Nick Rowe
Nick Rowe
Engineer
Oliver Roman
Oliver Roman
Assistant Engineer
Jerred Rollaci
Jerred Rollaci
Assistant Engineer
Evan Myaskosky
Evan Myaskosky
Assistant Engineer
Kyle Hynes
Kyle Hynes
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Erlichmanat
Matthew Erlichmanat
Assistant Engineer
Paul Bruskiat
Paul Bruskiat
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The mother of exiles stands there weeping
As her children tear themselves apart
Knives are out, her thoughts are bleeding
Blood runs down her welcoming arms
Her feral brood has turned neglectful
The chains she broke are rusting closed
Imprisoned lightning burns forgetful
Spoiled blind to the light that she holds
[Verse 2]
Lash the tired and kill the poor
The huddled masses ram the door
[Verse 3]
The new colossal hate arises
Savage ways, old horizons
Hate arises
[Verse 4]
Like brazen giants with conquering limbs
The herd manifesting all that she despised
Childish amnesia born of privilege
Selfish mob commits matricide
Her mild gaze gone stern, fire in her eyes
Watching her dreams turn into dust
The beacon dropped, her hand raised up to strike
Cast them homeless into the tempest
[Verse 5]
Lash the tired and kill the poor
The coddled masses slam the golden door
[Verse 6]
The new colossal hate arises
Savage ways, old horizons
Out of one a warring many
A dirty mirror shows the enemy
New colossal hate arises
Hate arises
[Verse 7]
Broken hope
[Verse 8]
The melting pot is melting down
A pool of slag on poisoned ground
Choking from the venom's sting
Pull the fangs, let freedom ring
(Let freedom ring)
[Verse 9]
The new colossal hate arises
Savage ways, old horizons
Out of one a warring many
A dirty mirror shows the enemy
New colossal hate arises
Hate arises
Hate arises
Written by: John Campbell, Mark Morton, Randy Blythe, Willie Adler
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