cover - wrath
cover - walk with me in hell
cover - sacrament
cover - killadelphia
cover - ashes of the wake
cover - terror and hubris
cover - as the palaces burn
cover - new american gospel
cover - burn the priest
cover - burn the priest and zed
cover - burn the priest and agents of satan

Production Notes

All songs written by Blythe, Morton, Adler, Campbell, Adler
(c) 2004 Sony/ATV Songs LLC / Subtle Arts of Publishing (BMI).
All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing,
8 Music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

Produced by Machine and LOG
Recorded and Mixed by Machine
Drums recorded at Water Music Studios, Hoboken, NJ
Engineered by John Agnello and Machine
Pro-Tools by Tony Schloff
Assisted by Ted Young
Guitars and Vocals recorded at Sound of Music, Richmond, VA
Pro-Tools by Todd Parker
Assisted by Al Weatherhead, Casey Martin, Jeremy Miller and Cam DiNunzio
Additional Production & Editing recorded in LOG Merch Room, Richmond, VA
Mixed at The Machine Shop, Hoboken, NJ
Pro-Tools by Dan Korneff
Management: Paul Conroy for Entertainment Services Unlimited
A&R: Kaz Utsunomiya
Product Manager: Scott Greer
Legal: Jeffrey R. Cohen
Millen White Zelano & Brangian
Booking: Tim Borror for Face the Music Touring / www.facethemusictouring.com
Band Contact: band@lamb-of-god.com
Art: K3n Adams / www.K3n.com
Photography: Greg Watermann
Endorsers: Mapex Drums; Pro-Mark Sticks; Axis Percussion;
Meinl Cymbals; Aquarian Drum Heads; Gibraltar Hardware

Chris would like to thank:

Julie Adler for love, support and inspiring me to be the best I can be. Thank you for your insight and teachings. My immediate and extended family for their never-ending support and encouragement. The LOG Crew and family: Paul Conroy, Tamra Feldman, Tim Borror, Leah Peterson, Kaz Utsunomiya, Josh Rosenthal, Scott Greer, Harvey Leeds, Sean Evans, Steve Barnett, Richard Griffith, EJ, Dan Fitzgerald, John Murden, David Allen, Dusty Simmons, Ken Adams, Machine, Dan Rush, Chris Ramming, Angie Cooper, Chip Anthony, James Adler, Ian Whalen, Jeff Cohen, "Metal" Maria Ferraro, Denise Korycki, Bozz Porter, Chris Poland, Greg Waterman, Brandy Hopkins Adler, Nancy Strange, Cindy Cole, Emily Cuison, Doug Spangenburg and all of Radio TakeOver/High Roller Studios.
The providers: Joe Hibbs at Mapex, Kevin Radomski at Pro-Mark, Chris Brewer at Meinl, Kim Graham at Gibraltar, Chris Brady at Aquarian, Karen at Axis, Sean at DC Shoes, Hans at Osiris, Brenda Smith, Shaun at Straitjacket, Tyson at XYZ, Aaron at T-Shirt Hell - thank you all for the support. My best friends and partners in crime-John Campbell, Willie Adler, Mark Morton and Randy Blythe. The bands and crews that we know as friends.
Our friends and fans at home and around the world that have helped, believed in and cared enough to treat us fairly. We appreciate you more than you know and are flattered to be a small part of your lives. Thank you- we hope to see you soon.
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
--Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists and the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron." --Dwight Eisenhower

Willie would like to thank:

My beloved Brandy, my wife, for your never-ending support and for the sheer fact that you have never ended your understanding for what it is we do, I love you more than anything. To my T-Bug, may you grow to understand why I'm gone a lot and never underestimate how much I love you. You are my little man. Mom, Dad-I love you so much and I will always thank the good Lord that you love me and go out of your way to show it. I love you and always will. Tamra, I don't know what I would do without you. Thanks for everything you've done. Paul, you've gone the distance for us and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Chris, my brother, I wouldn't be able to do this without you and I love you. Mark, John, Randy-you all have also become my brothers and without you I would not be here, thank you and I love you. Craig and Framus, you guys are the best. You have supplied me with everything I would ever need and I love you guys (I'll call you tomorrow, Craig) Dave Ellefson of Peavey, thank you to no end for your support, it's still a trip to talk to you on the phone (I mean-you're in Megadeth, dude!). To Carole and H.C., thank you for your love and support and for your wonderful daughter. Machine, without you this record would not have been possible you're a wonderful person and I love you. Thank you for bringing yourself to the table. Billy Milano, thanks for dinner and your unique cander. Sound of Music, our favorite studio in town. Tim at Mesa, GHS Strings, Burt the pick guy. Todd, the BBQ junkie. Sunny, Doby and Pest ... and anyone else I may have forgotten. Thanks, I love you.

D. Randall would like to thank:

My kinfolks. Hold down Dixie for me while I'm on tour. I'll stay at home one day, I promise. My woman, Cynthia W. Cole, for all that you do for me and put up with. You make my life a lot easier honey. I love you Monkey Lips. Our crew last few rounds: Ralph P. Anthony aka PINO, Nate Dawg, Chris Ramming, Dusty Ray aka Whoop Dog, J. Murden the computer superhero, Boz aka Bozworth Killingston, Paul "you're a bad motherfucker" Conroy, Tamra Feldman, David Allen (no, I am NOT in charge of the guest list), Maria F., Jarvi, all the bus drivers who did not scare us shitless, Dennis "The Dentist" Solomon, and the mighty Tim Borror. You people make it happen for us every damn night and we know it. Have a drink on me. Caz and all the other people at Epic who for some reason thought it would be a good idea to sign this ridiculous band. Thanks for taking a chance. The following Rockers receive the D. Randall Blythe award for Bravery and Valor in partying with me above and beyond the call of duty and commonsense: all of my brothers in God Forbid, Brian Fair and Shadows Fall (last call is a figment of the imagination), Gollum, Dixie and Weedeater, Scissor Fight, Unearth, Severson and Nora, Nick and Haste, Jimmy Bower and EYEHATEGOD, Charlie and Martyr AD, Ant and E-town Concrete, Steve and Today is the Day, all of the lunatics in Sworn Enemy, Lunchbox and Chimeria, Barker and Gainer, Bloodshoteye, Rob and Anthrax, the rednecks in Byzantine, Killswitch Engage, Blood Has Been Shed, 18 Visions, Pettibone and Himsa, Atreyu, Kerry King and MOTHERFUCKING SLAYER, my brothers in the mighty Halo of Locusts (thanks for being patient), Throwdown, Marunde and RPG, Bill and Suzukiton, Hank Williams III, Brandan and Bleeding Through, Jasta and Hatebreed, Everytime I Die, the chicks in Kittie, El Pato and Watch Them Die, GWAR, Blackheart Valentine, all RVA rock, and once again, of course Lynyrd Skynyrd. Those of you not from God's Country are now all honorary Southerners. Now bring me my damn grits. My band mates: Chris-for Pete's sake, relax dude; John-please turn off the Playboy channel; Mark-don't fucking swing on me when I have to wake you up; Willie-well Willie, you know what NOT to do. Ya'll rock-I'm lucky to know each one of you. My peeps: Chip and Lisa Anthony-Pino Sundays will NEVER die, Heather Logue, all Podestas, Lips, Sweat and Taphouse crew, Chisholm and Dirtbag Manor (R.I.P.), Elena Thompson (for babysitting me in London), Kirsty Lingman and Lisa Marie for doing the same in LA, Denise Korycki for the same in NYC, Ian Whalen, Melissa Cross, Greg Watermann, Dan Rush, Andy Meyer (shut your filthy suck-muscle), Whorror Crew, Eric "delicatessen" Shipp, Machine for helping me lay the hammer down, Jim at Ecwhips.com, Squid, Tyson, Maus, Tommy-you people are freaks, Brosnan, Amy Robinson for hooking up RVA peeps in the SLC, Texas crew-Hillbilly and Jamie, all you fuckers on the message board, Robert Rylander, Ronnie and Leigha, Jeff CYBERT, Big Baby Gary, all brainiacs worldwide, anyone who has helped me out, our fans, whoever invented beer, and (naturally) ME. The men and women of the United States' armed services who are fighting and dying right now in the desert: I think this war is horseshit, but I respect ya'll immensely. Please come back home safely to friends and family. America is waiting for you. And last but not least: Thank you, Captain Manuel. If I forgot anyone, tough. It's been a long year, my head hurts, it's late and there are too many cool people to remember you all. "Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those that own one."-A.J. Liebling "Whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends -life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness-it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institute new government."-Thomas Jefferson

John would like to thank:

Chris, Mark, Willie, and Randy for putting up with my shit and teaching me patience with yours, Paul and Tamra for your persistent hard work; Our crew, past, future and present - Ram Dawg, Dust-Off, Bozzley Bozzerson, Jarvis, Chipwhich, Nate, Judd, Joe Joe the Murderer, the Dentist; Everyone involved in the quaint lil music scene we have going on here in RVA; My family and friends-John, Matt, Chief, Tony, Jeff and Claudine, Big Shirley, Sneaky Petes, Ryan, Darklord, Billy Rose Seibs, Bopst, Ian (golo), Skillet, BirdDog1, Cubby, Difcan, Sparky, Doreen, Timothy, Corey, Byron, Beeker, Doc, Dallas, Will (JC wannabe), G-lover (you the man now dawg) and most of all Emily without whom I would be adrift.

Mark would like to thank:

My friends, partners and brothers, Chris, John, Randy and Willie for continued commitment, persistence and devotion to our collective dream ... it's an incredible honor to make this music and share this unbelievable experience with each of you ... cheers bro's. Mom, Dad, Allan, Charlotte, Tyler and Lindsey ... the Morton family ... for a lifetime of support, guidance, wisdom and understanding ... I love y'all more than I know how to say. Nancy Leigh Strange for amazing friendship and love ... and for being the girl I always wished for. Paul Conroy and Tamra Feldman for tireless commitment and dedication to the cause, Machine ... my friend, what can I say but thank you for sharing your genius with us., Tim Borror and Face The Music, Jeff Cohen, E.J.and Dan at Prosthetic Records; Radio Takeover and High Roller Studios, Mikey Brosnan, Abe Spear and Matt Conner for their roles and contributions to Burn The Priest; Dan Rush, Jason Joseph; Maria, Rikki, Jensen and Adrenaline PR, Kaz Utsunomiya, Josh Rosenthal, Scott Greer and all at Epic; Dusty Simmons, Chris Ramming, Mike Jarvis, Chip Anthony, Bozz Porter, Judd Prather, Dennis Solomon, Ian Whalen (the demos!), David Allen and the Street Team, John Murden and Angie Cooper; Brandy, Cindy, Emily and Julie for believing in this as much as we do; all of my incredible friends in RVA-Big Shirley's Plantation staff and patrons ... East End beer drinkers and hell raisers ... Corntooth, Alabama Thunderpussy, R.P.G., Day By Day, Avail; all at Sound Of Music and Water Music, Steve Austin and Today Is The Day, God Forbid for being family, Tim McKee and Mesa-Boogie Ltd., Brian McDonald, John Walker and Jackson Guitars, Dave Cowles and GHS, Kellie Stoelting and Seymour Duncan, Craig Costigan and Framus, John Ferrante, Greg Watermann, Dan Epstein, Tom Beujour and all at Revolver Magazine, Justin Prager, Devin Townsend, Jeff Hightower, Jeff Seibert, Abe Bradshaw, Ed Unser and Mark Davis ... I'll be back!, Jamie and Joe in TX, Corley and Tyson and the SoCal friends, Cathy, Wiglar, Todd, Ferg and the Chicago friends, Jake and Gina Hobbes for moral and technical support, and most importantly, each of our amazing fans, who've enabled us to realize this dream. Thank you.

Special Thanks:

Kaz Utsunomiya, Scott Greer, Steve Barnett, Harvey Leeds, Joel Klaiman, Cheryl Valentine, Adan Armandariz, Josh Rosenthal, Brian Celler, Jeroen Van Der Meer, Doug McVehil, Piero Giramonti, Danny Lockwood, Stuart Oravetz, Tom Donnarumma, Michael Block, Chuck Fleckenstein, Nina Webb, Jay Schumer, Sheri Lee, Sean Evans, Cory Llewellyn, Tim Heslin, Ryan Santomauro, Tom Muzquiz, David Heggie, April Baer, Tracey Millman, Lina Finelli, Vinny Caruso, Samantha Benerofe, John Hering and all at Epic Records

The Crew

Marketing: Scott Greer

A&R: Allison Hagendorf

Management:

Larry Mazer
Entertainment Services Unlimited

Legal:

Jeffrey. R. Cohen
Millen, White, Zelano & Branigan
cohen@mwzb.com

Booking:

Tim Borror / The Agency Group
timborror@theagencygroup.com
http://www.theagencygroup.com

Band Contact:

band@lamb-of-god.com
Sponsors:
http://www.lamb-of-god.com/sponsors

Art:

K3n Adams
www.K3n.com

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Ashes of the Wake

DVD - 2004 Sony / BMG Music

Track Listing

1. Laid to Rest
2. Hourglass
3. Now You've Got Something to Die For
4. The Faded Line
5. Omerta
6. Blood of the Scribe
7. One Gun
8. Break You
9. What I've Become
10. Ashes of the Wake
11. Remorse is for the Dead

Laid to Rest

If there was a single day I could live ...
a single breath I could take
I'd trade all the others away.
The blood's on the wall, so you'd might as well just forget it
And bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it.
You're better off empty and blank, than left with a single pathetic trace of this
Smother another failure, lay this to rest.
Console yourself, you're better alone
Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck
Absorb yourself, you're better alone
Destroy yourself.
I'll chain you to the truth, for the truth shall set you free
I'll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty
I'll make all your dreams come to life, then slay them as quickly as they came
Smother another failure, lay this to rest.
Console yourself, you're better alone
Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck
Absorb yourself, you're better alone
Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck.
Failure.
If there was a day I could live,
if there was a single breath I could take
I'd trade all the others away.



Hourglass

Privileged, a chosen few
Blessed with our time in hell
Witness a divine vision, the day we all fell still.
Rapture of the dying age, a shattered hour glass
Wrath of the warring gods and so this too shall pass.
It's only getting worse, not worth a moment's regret
Each dawn another curse, every breath a twisting blade
What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake?
An ill wind blows this way, the edge of the envelope burns
Forbearance and my vengeance, payment for your intent
Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace
Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace.
God forbid you read the signs,
watch for meanings between the lines
Gehenna has now arrived, no hindsight for the blind.
Your trust has been misplaced, believed the lies told to your face
Became another casualty and now its too late.
You finally made it home, draped in the flag that you fell for.
And so it goes
The ashes of the wake.
It's only getting worse...



Now You've Got Something to Die For

Now you've got something to die for.
Infidel, Imperial
Lust for blood, a blind crusade
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
Bombs to set the people free,
blood to feed the dollar tree
Flags for coffins on the screen,
oil for the machine
Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination
The fires of sedition
Fulfill the prophecy.
Now you've got something to die for.
Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre
Stoke the flame of the empire,
live to lie another day
Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our own grave
And drug the rest down with us,
the burning home of the brave
Burn.
Now you've got something to die for.



The Faded Line

Witness shame's parade, the pain of blame repaid
It's fucking hopeless
Accusations and denial.
Hopeless ... demon of another day
Colorless ... stoned, solid grey
Emptiness ... of promises I made
So faithless ... the tenants long betrayed.
Walk the faded line, cursed crawl of time
Silence, the only promise ever kept.
Familiar touch, a ritual to numb the cut
Salvation in vice
Anguish is realizing what could have been, but never was
It's emptiness that fills the cup
Devotion in the method of my fall.
Pointless ... futility continuing
Endless ... flowing corrupted vein.
Walk the faded, cursed crawl of time
Silence, the only promise ever kept.
It's fucking hopeless
Hopeless.



Omerta

Broken the paradigm an example must be set
Invoke the Siren's song and sign the death warrant.
This what has been wrought for 30 pieces of silver
The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer.
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
Words can be broken, so can bones Execute the mandate
Mouth full of dirt. Your name removed from the registry
St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate.
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.
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.
Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales
Your laughing finger will never point again.
Omerta.
Sing for me now.



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.



One Gun

The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks to the rope.
It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one-gun salute for the new independence day.
They'll hallow your name
They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice.
The sins of deliverance.
"So let the wicked perish in the presence of God."
The sins of the father atoned by the son
Confessions of commitments broken
A nail driven for every one (of them).
It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one-gun salute for the new independence day.
They'll hallow your name
They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice.
You are the cause, I am the effect
Created in hatred, a noose for your neck.
They eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks through the rope.
They'll hallow your name.



Break You

Endless mornings cut by the dawn razor
Whipping the nightmares to a froth
Endless questions with no answers
No replacement for what's been lost.
Lost.
Everything suffocates in the dust of past fortunes squandered
The empire of lies to whom you pandered
Suffer a self-imposed exile, taste the bitter fruits of denial
In the presence of greatness the humble can only bow.
Frost on the breath of life
Empty of warmth or light
Full of nothing but deprivation
Eternal winter.
Tell me a lie with the best of intentions
Mute in the age of mass communication
Dark days lead to darker nights
Frozen, out of time.
Id dies for blessed ego, the once mighty laid low.
Frost on the breath of life
Empty of warmth or light
Full of nothing but deprivation
You taught hate, I'll teach you fear
Open the eyes, kill despair
You tried to squeeze the life from me
Son of bitch, I'm going to break you.



What I've Become

Blank stares from broken men
So withered from the poisons they can't remember when
there were once honest reasons.
It's all a lie, it died 100,000 miles ago.
Pretending I'm still here.
Justify what I've become, sanctify what I've become.
Amazing disgrace... (how) sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
Better lost if this is found, best blinded never to see.
The race to save face, nothing now is what we meant it to be.
Pretending I'm still here.
It's a system now, intertwined.
Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece.
Betrayal.
Suffered consequence
It's been so long any piece of this made any kind of sense.
You anoint the king, I'll burn everything down to ashes.
You giveth, I taketh away.
It's a system now, intertwined.
Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece.
Betrayal.



Ashes of the Wake

(instrumental)
Soloists:
1:31 to 1:56 Mark Morton
1:56 to 2:57 Alex Skolnick
3:45 to 4:15 Chris Poland
4:46 to 5:21 Willie Adler
Alex Skolnick appears courtesy of Skol Productions
Chris Poland appears courtesy of Black Note Records



Remorse is for the Dead

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.
Constructed a monument to denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress.
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.
All the tongues here are forked.
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectance.
A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher.
Light the match, start the fire.
Level this place and take us with it.
Surroundings are irate. Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.
Resentment steadily grows.
Laughing in the gallows.
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.
We are the lucky ones, welcome home.
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule. Dying beyond the pale.
Your beatings will continue until my morale improves.
I don't hate you, I'm just removing an enemy.
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy.
Remorse is for the dead.

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