Production Notes
All songs written, arranged and performed by LAMB OF GOD
Recorded at Montana, Inc. in Richmond, Virginia
Engineered by Devin Townsend
Produced by Devin Townsend and LAMB OF GOD
Assistant engineers: Dennis Solomon, Grant Rutledge, Dan Kearley, Carla Lewis, Scott Cooke
Mixed by Shaun Thingvold and LAMB OF GOD at Hipposonic studios, Vancouver B.C.
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Chris Poland appears on 'Purified' courtesy of Chris Poland
Chris Poland engineer: Petar Sardelich
Devin Townsend appears on 'A Devil in God's Country' courtesy of
HevyDevy Records and Century Media Records
Steve Austin appears on '11th Hour' courtesy of Today is the Day and Relapse Records
Band photo by Daragh Mcdonagh
Willie would like to thank:
My beloved Brandy whose constant love and support carries me through every day and whom without, nothing would be possible. My T-Man for reminding me that patience is a virtue and a worthwhile endeavor, for his love and admiration are unequaled. Ma and Pops Adler who have always been behind everything I do, sometimes even I have to question why, but I love them for it. Ma and Pop Hopkins for taking me in as one of their own and for showing me such genuine love, it reminds me just how lucky I am. Devin Townsend for pushing me to play as well as I could. Chris, my brother, whom I love dearly and if it weren't for him none of this would be worth doing. Jamey A. (the little Adler) for reminding me just how funny motherfuckers can be, I love you. The rest of the boys in the band, you guys always do fucking great and have never failed to impress me at some point along the way; thank you for giving us all the opportunity to do this. To God Forbid (who are probably on the 'Blacker than 'yo momma Tour') thank you guys for all the good times and we better see you soon. Thank you to Steve Austin whose contributions are always at the right time and right on point. E.J. and Dan, you guys know what you've done...thanks. To anyone I forgot, I'm sorry and I'll thank you when I see you.
Chris would like to thank:
Julie Cyr-Adler for passion, faith, inspiration, love and strength. I love and admire you. Pat and Jim for guidance, trust, support and belief. My brother James for helping remind me why it is that I try so hard.
'In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.' -- Martin Luther King Jr.
The individuals that surround me in this endeavor are monumental. Will is the talent I strive for and respect, our bond and our music are as strong as our blood. Campbell is the best of friends, confidant and comedian without whom, I could not continue in this. Mark is the simultaneous balance and display of reason and chaos helping keep the rest of us centered. Randy is the black sheep - yang to the ying.
Together we persevere; these are the tongues of men and angels.
The LOG Crew and Family: EJ, Dan Fitzgerald, Tim Borror, Dennis Solomon, David Allen, Ken Adams, Judd Praether, Dusty Ray Symonds, Jeff Cohen, John Murden, Lewis Foster.
Our friends at home in Richmond, VA and everyone around the world that has helped, believed in and cared enough to treat us fairly.
The most important thanks go to you. Thank you for listening. Thank you for your appreciation, it is reciprocated.
D. Randall would like to thank:
D. RANDALL thanks: My Kinfolks- Ya'll know who you are.
My Peeps- Pino and Lisa, Podestas, Peter Frank (for da crib), Spear, Schwartz and son, Eric Shipp (for the broken rib), McPhereson, Cropper, Frank Pollard and Chi-town crew, Carl Severson, All of Dirtbag Manor, Steve Austin, Tyson and Corely, Hank Williams the 3rd, Sadie Blythe Ivy and Canada crew, Scuib and C43 crew, Jaime and Hillbilly Joe (Texas crew), Danny Way (for the hook-ups), Judd P. (for bein' there in my worst hour), Brosnan and Philly crew, Siebert, all Brainiacs world-wide, John Bullen (for the title of 'In Defense...'), Townsend, my ex-wife (for jettin'- Thank God, I can have a real life again.), the other fools in L.O.G., all fans, Durv, the Street Team, you. If I forgot anyone, oops. Sorry. See ya on the road.
My Girlfriend- Cynthia W. 'The World Famous Monkey Lips' Cole- Damn woman, you put up with a lot. Thanks babe.
NO THANKS to- Mr. Stinky.
The Rock- GWAR, Amen, The Haunted, Dimmu Borgir, Cannibal Corpse, God motherfuckinÇ Forbid, Darkest Hour, Candiria, Six Feet Under, Little Jimmy and the Fun Boys (AKA 18 Visions), Five Pointe O, Da Mushroomhead, Brian and Shadows Fall ( Bottom's up, boys), Pettibone and Himsa, Throwdown, Jamey and Hatebreed, Scissorfight, Unearth, Grimple, Halo of Locusts, Sworn Enemy, Dixie and Weedeater, EYEHATEGOD, The Tori, Haste, SkyCameFalling(R.I.P.), Trailer Park Riot, Today is the Day, Nora, Mastodon, Blood has been Shed, Locked in a Vacancy, Disassociate, Premonition (The Power Of Metal!), all other bands that have rocked the stage with us in a true champagne jam, all RVA rock that doesn't suck, and of course- Lynyrd Skynyrd.
The Ladies who have passed on since the last album- Bettie Podesta, Emma Berger (for almost burning down CBGB- there's a fire in heaven), my Nana Sara Smith, and most importantly my daughter, Sarah Fisher Blythe- I miss you so much. I'll see you on the other side, honey.
John would like to thank:
Chris, Mark, Willie, Randy / RPG: Johnny, Tony, The Chiefy, Matty / Dennis, Devin, Grant, Joe Joe the Murderer, Dusty, Judd, Skillet, Ian, Steve Austin, Doreen / Day x Day: Will, Dave, Jim, Seth / Mike in Upstate NY, Tim B., EJ, Dan / God Forbid: Dallas, Doc, Corey, Byron, Beeker, The MN / GWAR dudes, Kepone, Slaing Laos, and Breadwinner, My Family, G-Dogg and Emily (my SFG)
Mark would like to thank:
My family for love and support, Chris, John, Randy and Willie for incredible persistence, patience and friendship throughout this whole thing, Dennis Solomon for all the hard work and commitment to the cause, Denise Korycki for inspiration and good times, EJ and Dan for believing in our music, Devin Townsend for making us get it right, Shaun Thingvolt, Carla Levis and Dan Kearley for their commitment and skill, all our friends at Hipposonic for their hospitality, Grant Rutledge for going above and beyond, Ken Adams for continuing to amaze, Jeremy Smith for great tech work and sound advice, Jeffrey Cohen, Tim Borror and RadioTakeover, David Allen and the Street Team, John Murden, Craig Costigan and Framus Guitars and Amps, Kelly Stoelting and Seymour Duncan Pickups, Tim Mckee and Mesa-Boogie, Tommy Rodriguez and Rodriguez Guitars, Danny Way and everyone at DC Shoes, Pat Maus, Jimmie Archey at Gibson, Lewis Foster and HeadScheme for killer screen printing, Julie Adler for tons of help (and food!), Abe Spear, Judd Praether, Dusty Ray, Ian Whalen, Will and Day By Day for a great video, Daragh Mcdonagh and Gary Ashley, Jeff Seibert, Metal Mike, Jimmy Anthony, Doreen and the Sweetwater for keeping us tipsy, all our RVA friends (too many to list!) for their interest and participation, Corntooth, RPG, Alabama Thunderpussy, Avail, The Tori, Steve Austin and Today Is The Day for coming down to rock with us, God Forbid for years of brotherhood and rock, Hank III for spreading the gospel and gifts on the road, Skillet, Chris Poland for laying it down, Durv and Caste, Paul Conroy, Mikey Brosnan, WSOU, Tom Beaujour and Revolver Magazine, Metal Maniacs, MTV2, MuchMusic, Shadows Fall, Five Pointe 0, Eighteen Visions, Darkest Hour, Mushroomhead and crew, Gwar, Candiria, Cathy, Todd, Wiglar and the rest of our Chicago friends, Tyson and Jason and the SoCal crew, Mark Davis, Ed Unser, Jeff Hightower for staying metal and rockin' out in L.A.,... and most importantly our fans, who continue to inspire us with overwhelming dedication and enthusiasm...Thank You.
Lamb of God would like to thank:
Framus Guitars and Amps, Warwick Basses and Amps, Mesa-Boogie Amplification, Seymour Duncan Pickups, Rodriguez Guitars, Axis Pedals, ProMark sticks, Kit Tools sticks, Danmar Percussion, DC Shoes, Paul Bassett (Anarchy) and Aera shoes.
The Crew
Marketing: Scott Greer
A&R: Allison Hagendorf
Management:
Larry Mazer / Tamra Feldman
Entertainment Services Unlimited
tamra@esumangement.com
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
www.LAMB-OF-GOD.com
www.lambofgod.tv
www.sacrament2006.com
www.epicrecords.com
As the Palaces Burn
CD - 2003 Prosthetic Records
Track Listing
1. Ruin
2. As the Palaces Burn
3. Purified
4. 11th Hour
5. For Your Malice
6. Boot Scraper
7. A Devil in God's Country
8. In Defense of Our Good Name
9. Blood Junkie
10. Vigil
Ruin
The knowledge that seeking the favor of another
Means the murder of self.
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away.
Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow.
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture.
You will one day rise
To flood the banks of the chosen.
This is the art of ruin.
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away.
I will teach you all that I have mastered
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.
This is the art of ruin.
As the Palaces Burn
The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise and raze the legacy of their lies
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Toward the day we revolt.
As the seeds you've cast away take hold
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
A shot gun blast into the face of deceit
You'll gain your just reward.
We'll not rest until the purge is complete
You will reap what you've sown.
My redemption lies in your demise.
In such a world as this does one dare to think for himself?
The paradox of power and peace will destroy itself
To know the truth and live in fear of no man.
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Toward the day we revolt.
As the seeds you've cast away take hold
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
My redemption lies in your demise.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun.
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
Purified
Can the pestilence within you be bled out
May I have the honor of this amputation?
Know that you have made an enemy
To show you the meaning of indignity
I live now solely for the pleasure of your slow decay.
Feel the pain of vengeance burn you,
Soon you shall know silence.
With trembling hands you'll beg for mercy.
I'll show you none.
Purified by my hand
In this my world
It is salvation.
Your futile existence draws to a close
A cloak of lies drops.
The lies drop.
11th Hour
The hour of wreckoning draws near
Judgement day is here and gone
Sweetly she draws me into her arms
A liquid embrace to chase the day away.
Sedate Numb Deaf and Dumb
Stumbling into solitude.
A clouded judgement day is fueled.
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me.
So sweetly she sucks away at my time
So sweetly she draws me nigh
Closer and closer toward never ending sleep
Spin the bottle
Kiss only the bottle.
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement
Eternal engagement
Never consummated.
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me.
Destroyer of senses.
So take as needed for the pain
Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky.
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again.
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again and again
Take me under your black wings.
Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction.
For Your Malice
Welcome home to my reality.
So you taste yourself every time?
Bitter must be your pleasure.
This your swan song I'll sing for you.
I'll cut the words from your mouth
You'll never speak my name again.
Locked up and sold the fuck out
Don't think you won't see me again.
It'll come back three times
Once in the name of deceit
Twice for your malice
Three times when I take you away.
This is a homicide daydream
I won't waste my hate on you.
All that you've claimed not to be
Has now come to define you.
It'll come back three times
Once in the name of regret
Twice for your envy
Three times when I take you away.
Turn on my heels
And spit apathy on this bridge you have burnt.
Feast on my own blood
I'll drain myself to sleep.
I'll rise from death to knife this beast
These last regrets the ones I keep.
It'll come back three times
Once in the name of deceit
Twice for your malice
Three times when I take you away.
Bootscraper
Watch the broken common man
Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour.
Dirty and sweaty
With just enough to get by.
Calluses on his hands calluses on his soul
Hard-boiled son of a bitch
Scraping away on the down hill grind.
It's a means to an end, a mean end for most.
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash.
Turn and bite.
Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry.
Throw yourself a bone, no one else will.
Compromise leads to self-loathing
Money the excrement of labor.
And you don't get to keep shit
Except politics and power trips and a bad breath down your neck.
I know
For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty
And not received a teardrop in a bucket.
Motherfuck it.
The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do (motherfucker).
So crooked when you die they're gonna have to screw your ass into the ground.
As life slowly unravels
With nothing to show but wasted time and dust
A thousand points of lies falling on the deafened funeral eardrums of the blind masses.
Rise above, extract your life.
Will you look within
Then turn around and bite?
Day by day the mask suffocates your life
Is this any way to live?
No fucking way.
A Devil in God's Country
Down South soldier
Third world soldier
My vengeance will be swift and terrible
Many will die.
I am the distance between two points
Forgotten. A Void.
I dig holes brother.
Well, I've got a bone to pick
And a nerve to pluck
A skin to get under
And a home to wreck.
I've got ends to meet
So I've got a job to do.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Stick to your guns
The difference is mine are loaded.
Taste the sting of your arrogance
Stuck in this screeching bitch called life
Drop the coins and send you to Charon.
I will have my vengeance
In this life or the next.
Well, I've got a sucker to punch
And a back to stab
A head to kick in
And a throat toslit.
I've got a job to do
Harsh and unrepentant.
Step back before you're the next to get served
With some Southern hospitality.
In Defense of Our Good Name
Returning to solace
So sweet like honeysuckle on the tongue
The sound of silence blesses my ears
Enveloping like the earth I will one day lie in
Metropolis is bad to wither the soul
Roaring concrete and steel washes you in blood.
So let you point and laugh
Provincial ain't so bad.
Take me back down to where I belong
To rust and rivers.
I do not covet any man's life
I know my place all too well
One man's paradise is another man's living hell.
To each their own
Generations ago made this place my own
The roots are deep and strong
Carry them wherever I go.
Never wanted your approval
Never wanted your acceptance
Never wanted to be anything but me
Never wanted to be anywhere but here.
Carry me Southeast bound home
To speak in defense of our good name
Lay me to rest with my kin
In the ground of God's country.
Lash out at any who would smear you with hate
Deify no one
Never crawl ashamed
The past screams injustice on a Southern night wind
Whips Manacles Chains Musket balls
A dark history never forgotten
Only misconception remains.
Speak in defense of our good name
The blood of kin grants absolution
I'll join them soon enough in the ground of God's country.
Never wanted your acceptance
Never wanted your approval
Never wanted to be anything but me
Never wanted to be anywhere but right here.
Blood Junkie
A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk.
Conniving opportunist
Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice.
A violent panacea for what ails the nation
In advancement for the pig.
You'll not wrest the truth from my hands
Eyes never closed clarity.
Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror.
Peering through a curtain of blood.
Retribution or vengeance it matters not which
As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built.
Ashes to ashes to the dust
Eaten spiced with ambivalence.
The nation swallows it all whole
Weakened by their collective neck in the noose.
Commerce brings war
Jihad has come to both sides.
Eye for an eye fire for fire
Raining death as the towers crumble.
This will never end.
Left without a choice
By the fiscal elite
War is set in motion by higher powers.
A pissing contest for the unknown.
Left bankrupt we all die inside.
As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death.
Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a dumpster
Spoon fed shit doesn't even turn their stomachs.
Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse
Someone needs to tip the nest.
The pig ascends as I sink deeper
Seething waiting for my death.
The pig ascends
As I sink deeper
Seething misanthropic
Waiting for my death.
Vigil
Our father thy will be done.
I have denied this life its worth
I will not be the victim.
Sickness to you my master
Here's to getting worse
Hope it kills you faster.
Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out.
This vigil burns
Until the day our fires overtake you.
Our father we forsake you.
Blessed be his name
Nothing now the same.
Ask me why I hate
Why I've prayed to see the nation that I loved disintegrate
And gladly give my life
That revolution regenerates.
In honor of the strife of those who've died
In generations before for your blood stained glory
I reject you
I deny you
I defy you to continue.
Smite the shepherd and the sheep will be scattered.