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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Electric Guitar
John Campbell
John Campbell
Electric Bass Guitar
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Drums
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Vocals
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Songwriter
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Songwriter
John Campbell
John Campbell
Songwriter
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Songwriter
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lamb of God
Lamb of God
Producer
Machine
Machine
Producer
John Agnello
John Agnello
Engineer
Ted Young
Ted Young
Assistant Engineer
Alan Weatherhead
Alan Weatherhead
Assistant Engineer
Casey Martin
Casey Martin
Assistant Engineer
Jeremy Miller
Jeremy Miller
Assistant Engineer
Cam DiNunzio
Cam DiNunzio
Assistant Engineer
Dan Korneff
Dan Korneff
Mixing Engineer
Mark Wilder
Mark Wilder
Mastering Engineer
Todd Parker
Todd Parker
Recording Engineer
Tony Schloff
Tony Schloff
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[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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