More songs by Lamb of God
Description
Bass, Composer: John Campbell
Associated Performer: Lamb of God
Mastering Engineer, All Instruments, Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Josh Wilbur
Composer, Guitar: Mark Morton
Vocal: D. Randall Blythe
All Instruments, Guitar: Willie Adler
Drums: Art Cruz
Composer, Lyricist: David Randall Blythe
Composer: William Adler
Engineer: Kyle McAulay
Assistant Engineer: Will Beasley
Assistant Engineer: Steve Ornest
Lyrics and translation
Original
I,
I am the chaos. I am the voice you cannot hear.
Strife and betrayal, I am a warrior to name.
In a life more worse than death, I am the thief that steals your breath.
You would know me by a different name. I am the watcher outside the frame.
I am the bringer of the truth from which you run into oblivion!
I, I am your fear. I am the sight you cannot see.
Plagues, devastation, I am a plague mentality.
In an age of conspiracy, I am the face of your tyranny.
You would know me by a different name. I am the watcher outside the frame.
I am the bringer of the truth from which you run into oblivion.
The bringer of the truth from which you run into oblivion.
Suppression!
Aggression!
Oh, retreating into a well-polished lie, you turn away while the burning your eyes.
Suppression, aggression, when fiction and real life collide.
You would know me by a different name. I am the watcher outside the frame.
I am the bringer of the truth from which you run into oblivion.
The bringer of the truth from which you run, accepting everything you've done, into oblivion!
English translation
I,
I am the chaos. I am the voice you cannot hear.
Strife and betrayal, I am a warrior to name.
In a life more worse than death, I am the thief that steals your breath.
You would know me by a different name. I am the watcher outside the frame.
I am the bringer of the truth from which you run into oblivion!
I, I am your fear. I am the sight you cannot see.
Plagues, devastation, I am a plague mentality.
In an age of conspiracy, I am the face of your tyranny.
You would know me by a different name. I am the watcher outside the frame.
I am the bringer of the truth from which you run into oblivion.
The bringer of the truth from which you run into oblivion.
Suppression!
Aggression!
Oh, retreating into a well-polished lie, you turn away while the burning your eyes.
Suppression, aggression, when fiction and real life collide.
You would know me by a different name. I am the watcher outside the frame.
I am the bringer of the truth from which you run into oblivion.
The bringer of the truth from which you run, accepting everything you've done, into oblivion!